Friday, 04 April 2008
[COLOR=red][SIZE=4[FONT=Geneva][FONT=Times]Blood-drops on flowers
Spill now from shatter heart
Fragile pieces fading glass
Dead the day to birth the night
A scoundrels laugh
Live oh jesters crackle
The mystery of love
Stolen ,very much broken
Twelve nights of fire light
Seven times it just did now work right
Fated cards so full of blight
Robbed of time robbed of sight
To only way to put matters right
Is to let the blood drop on flowers
Hope that will come many a shower
Let die the heart let bloom the love of life
Let die vanity and pride
Set free ,now friend with honest prayer
Soar on winds your heart will glide.
Unfettered shackles , and wait for time to disappear.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]
Matt Shadowsong posted @ 15:24 -
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