Death
Memories love to hide and play games with their fear
Life is the loving brother and the opposite is near
Blood always defines the definition of our tears
From seeing an angels wings from not being able to hear
Heart stops in motion from the affections of mighty oceans
From hearing the birds chirp from healthy to poison potions
Clean trees always saves us to grey skies that we inhale
From saying good bye to your pride and locked up in jail
Welcoming clouds that love to gather and create wonderful moist
Fading obsatcles love the experienced from our fading voice
Blood and tears mix to produce the last rose
Cycle of path from days going on and know one knows
Death is our lives from unforgiving eyes.
Copyright © Anderson Torres | Year Posted 2006
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