smile to be alive,
in lips upturned your sorrows
may be forgotten.
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smile to be alive,
in lips upturned your sorrows
may be forgotten.
may be forgotten
but how? those days of love are
my only treasure !
my only treasure
are those bits of distant green,
now that my tree's gone...
now that my tree's gone...
now that I am standing in
the scorched sun alone !
the scorched sun alone
couldnt warm me enough, so i
had to come to you...
had to come to you...
as you are my last resort
when storms choke my breath
When Stroms choke my breath
With many relentless gale
I struggle on home
I struggle on home
a place where I can be me
to savour rainbows
to savour rainbows
momentary existence
stop time from moving
stop time from moving
we are no more ourselves
we are lost in love
We are lost in love
with this silence between us.
Hush! Let the winds sing...
Hush! Let the wind sing
until the show finishes
and nature revives
And nature revives
precious little rain puddles
opening the skies
opening the skies
is not like opening zippers
of a parachute!
:wave: Hi, Maz!
Of a parachute --
silken wings, please take me home
and in one piece, too! ;)