Mild Mourning
oh, mild mourning
your fetters of dust
are so strong
like a beloved load
my morning calls your night
decays all smiles
drops magic into the hiding places
now i m just like a garden
without any air
oh, why life, why
what is the reason
to die alone
my book of souls
loves everyone
they ones that went before
and those who will come
are we just a puzzle of short memories
if all is in vain
why should we love
or even breathe
what´s the deal behind the cards
oh, mild mourning
your spirits is strong
still you´ve got
no answer for anyone
Copyright © Mike Loewenrosen | Year Posted 2018
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