Reasons to these songs,
Words of hope, deep despair
Standing in the midst of clouds
Trails of dancing threads
Touch me at heart
With Pieces of broken glass
Something for me, something sweet heart
The shining glitter, something to last
Reasons to these times,
Colors of red, bows and arrows
Racing purpose into the dark
masking the deepening sorrows
Touch my mind
With twigs of feathers
Sweet dreams, sweet dreams sweet heart
Slip the whiskey, pour this night to my jaded jar
Reasons for my substance
Colors of blue,
Swim into the air to the crimson hue
Waking up to a child’s curious glance
Seep into my heart
With some flowery thoughts
Sweet hunger, just raise my pain
Let me hear the whispers of dreams
Sleepless or sleeping or may be just slain.
PS: Images.
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