As sheet now you fell
boldly into the depths
your dream of bloom was not seen
you fell through all colors created
your bloom now in green.
From Sun you were drunk
washed away by rain
sang with me in the wind
felt the stars at night - remains.
A song I would write to you
with your sheets sound
I sat to write, but suddenly you fall
you already have written on thin skin your song.
I would paint you but
the finest veins crumbled under the spring pressure
now drinking the storm with you from Holy Grail
colors fall and stay as autumn decorations.
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Floy Dy Ra,01-09-14
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