We lay on the meadow under the willow
Touching the sky
Where clouds are grey
Here is safe
Here is home
Your hand and mine
Peaceful thought
Upon the skies, rises the sun
Warming my breath
Holding your hand
O willow shades my fate
Poor willow tells my death
We stay till the night in setting sun's sight
Up on the cliff
In orange surfs' mirth
Here is will
Here is faith
Flames of the beach
Words I can't tell
Upon the skies, rises the sun
Warming my breath
Holding your hand
O willow shades my fate
Poor willow tells my death
We speed on the road in flickering cold
Down in the valley
Through mortal birch alley
Here is love
Here is illth
Whispering rocks
Yowling man's words
Upon the skies, rises the sun
Warming my breath
Holding your hand
O willow shades my fate
Poor willow tells my death
We live day by day of our peoples' pay
Sailing away
In murky ice waters
Here is chore
Here is anguish
Death-dealing mist
Your and mine fate
Upon the skies, rises the sun
Warming my breath
Holding your hand
O willow shades my fate
Poor willow tells my death
Dead in the ground burned in my self
Stabbed with the poison
Inside your blade
Here is pain
Here is lie
But you don't leave
And stay for the night
Upon the skies, rises the sun
Warming my breath
Holding your hand
O willow shades my fate
Poor willow tells my death
Down in the water — up in the skies!
You are my world
My hell and my heaven.
Here is I, and
Here is You!
Trapped in this city
Where no man lasts ...
We lay in the meadow under the willow
Touching the sun
On golden bright sky
You are dead!
You are dead...
Never again!
Never again...
...
YOU ARE READING
The tea
PoetryThe tea appeared once in my think collection therefore i though it is the most genuine literary thought i wanted to develop upon.
