I’d like to see the world,
from your point of
view.
Crawl inside your mind,
when mine is
blue.
Because yours is always
pink,
like the blossoms on the
cherry tree in
spring.
It’s orange, a hint of gold,
like when the morning
breaks.
It’s white; clear and pure,
like the first snow to
fall.
It’s the banner that paints
the sky after heavy
rain.
So why don’t you let me
into your mind
tonight?
I’m sure you will bring
my thoughts some
light.
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 5:45 AM UTC
I’d like to see the world,
from your point of
view.
Crawl inside your mind,
when mine is
blue.
Because yours is always
pink,
like the blossoms on the
cherry tree in
spring.
It’s orange, a hint of gold,
like when the morning
breaks.
It’s white; clear and pure,
like the first snow to
fall.
It’s the banner that paints
the sky after heavy
rain.
So why don’t you let me
into your mind
tonight?
I’m sure you will bring
my thoughts some
light.
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