Riding on the wind in the blue sky A cloud fell in front of me Shape it into your shape Follow me with the wind Eat sorrow one bite at a time
By howie9 months ago in Poets
The little yellow flower of the story It's been floating since the year she was born Childhood swing I've been hanging on to it ever since
Where is the rainbow tell me Can I have my wish back Why is it so quiet All the clouds came to me Have you got a mask for me
A cup of sorrow stands alone at the window I'll be behind the door pretending you're still here The old land is lonelier when the moon is full again
The waves drown the night in silence To the far corners of the sky Big fish swim through the cracks of dreams Gazing at the ouline of your sleeping