The roses may never bloom in the same color nor order... some may bloom early and others late.. but that won't change the facts that each rose sings there own beauty in the dawn
A tree in a field of flowers.
There's a stream nearby.
A small road runs by but the town is relatively far.
Fluffy clouds, birds chirping, the smell of plants.
You feel the wind whispers it anthem
The anthem of the spirits
The one's who fell
the one's who protected this land
May the maker bless us with this land one's more
May the maker.... bring the sun back through the next winter storm
Thy makers may you praise my pale body
Make me fly like the birds up above
Thy maker Fill me with your light and spread your wings
Thy maker Fill my lungs and heart with hope
Thy maker make me smile for the happiness my family and friends brings
Beware beware
the girl so pretty
singing her laughter's out
anthem of such beauty
making all sailors fall
the ice cold wind warmed up
by her kind heart....
but just like anything precious
she falls deep down the abyss
Beware beware the ocean deep
Takes what it wants from your weak heart
My feeling for you is like a game
I always fall over
The book you loved oh how much you loved it
I bought it without hesitating even if I won't read it
I sit in this dark room wishing for our happiness
in my worthless life
But I won't fail this game
I can't get an game over
please I will walk on glass
I will walk on fire
I will reach the final boss for you
just please...
don't pull the plug
YOU ARE READING
The anthem of a singing man
Poetrythis is my first bundle of poetry I have done.. having written poetry for almost 9 years now I decided to make a bundle of some of my favourite after friends been begging me to publish them so here they are
