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.
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