Blue Waters singing a harmony with rain drops
A wildfire Made a place under sunrays
You said I'm a kind of a yellow wildflower ,
now we're only ashes that can't Waft a bit of thousand lines
Only smell of a deserted room painted in blue
Only a spilled ink over once a golden vow
Are you Tired of a surface that can't Bloom
Now there's 7 holes in everywhere nearby the rose root
I'm hereby
Sitting on a bench, playing with a piece of wood
drawing an eye , drawing our initials
That hole deepens day after day
That hole fills with a drop
A drop that took its way from those eyeballs looking at the aisle
If you wonder..
