Fragrant Color From the Torn Rose

Dive inside the rainbow fill your hair up with sorrow. Let go of the wind and follow the sound of haunting wolves. Let your demons collapse you, and your bitter angels astounded words from your holly lips. Green leaves sailing across the heaven sky. I sometimes wish I was free falling never looking down just spreading my wings making lonely dove sounds. Holly sea where does the sunset cry? Why must we rain again? Our broken rocks are breathing. Under us this sand and toll. Thunder is a rolling in better turn your eyes toward the north. Save the wind. Mother Earth, if I could have just one more day, I would change the weather for a better way. I am a rose and a sailor, cold and torn, but I win the fragrant color, the lessons blend as one.