Tuesday, 1 April 2014

Sunrise


  
Right in the middle of the sky 
there are flying angels
dressed of blue
crawling like criminals
 
your heart is a room
for all my credentials
we laid on the moon
and spoke confidential
 
dark clouds 
gave me strength
for this confession
 
trust my feelings now
my sight is placed
on a green sunset
of love and possession

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