Chapter II- In The Morning

 Chapter II

I drowned my faith just to see my face fade in the dark,

I tried to drown my sorrow in the red water

So I could feel the lost magic pure and sacred,

So the flowing clouds filled with lost memories

Could come upon my head ones again and say: „It smells like roses”.

I let go of the one who once used to sing my lullabies

And put the smile on my heart.

The pure, innocent child ,with a heart of gold,

Who only brought spiritual love from the Goddess of the sky.

 

I ripped the wings of dreams and awakened the flowers of evil,

I cried our loud the smell of free wind

And locked the rose with velvet petals in the hidden grave,

Where dreams are killed

And roses are marching with thorns upon their heads

Reviews

[rose with love]

Not being able to talk with the person who knows me best, who always offered her shoulder so I can shed my tears, who always knew what was good or bed for me even if I never listened; just the simple fact that I know she is somewhere in this world and I can’t say hi simply cuts me in half