When pain moist your eyes
Tears, flowing down through your vest.
The sun don't shine anymore,
Unwind unfurled dream.
Hear the whisper of silent wind
you listened as a child,
Make your canvass blank
Splash colours, mild or wild.
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 4:47 AM UTC
When pain moist your eyes
Tears, flowing down through your vest.
The sun don't shine anymore,
Unwind unfurled dream.
Hear the whisper of silent wind
you listened as a child,
Make your canvass blank
Splash colours, mild or wild.
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