The sensitive soul
Fated to journey
The blinding dust of earth
Through the spirit unseen
Like a porcelain angel
A stargirl cries
Tears of light
The noble language of eyes
A pearl of wisdom
The blessing in every curse
A long dark dream to a sun-filled day
Must hope die here
In this land of tears
To water our future gardens.
Gypsy
Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 1:10 PM UTC
The sensitive soul
Fated to journey
The blinding dust of earth
Through the spirit unseen
Like a porcelain angel
A stargirl cries
Tears of light
The noble language of eyes
A pearl of wisdom
The blessing in every curse
A long dark dream to a sun-filled day
Must hope die here
In this land of tears
To water our future gardens.
Gypsy
