Παρασκευή, 4 Φεβρουαρίου 2011

Blue rose

Blue as the crying sky
With no thorn, and no thistle
Only an open face
Staring at the waking world

Maybe she´s just a morning glory
Lost in a tangle of vine
Maybe she´s just a morning glory
Lost in a tangle of vine

Her arms stretch wide
To receive a life
And her roots go deep into the black earth for strength
And she blooms and

Maybe she´s just a morning glory
Lost in a tangle of vine
Maybe she´s just a morning glory
Lost in a tangle of vine

She blooms while the people sleep
Only the travelers see her
To those who rise with the noon day Sun 
She is a closed mystery

And maybe she´s just a morning glory
Lost in a tangle of vine
Oh, maybe she´s just a morning glory
Lost in a tangle of vine
Lost in a tangle of vine
Lost in a tangle of vine



2 σχόλια:

  1. Πάρα πολύ όμορφο και αισθαντικό ,να σαι καλά για το νέο σε μένα άκουσμα ..

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