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by manic moments Oct 24, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / other
A whisper of what was The mystic of because Shhhh, listen to the wind blowing softly A leaf floating by, held loftily Wait... the sun has arose Bringing with it, the freckles across your nose Clouds shifting from one way to another Held close to me, dear sweet mother Silence echoes in the halls Sound bounces when the leaf falls The rose sitting in its petals Hoping against all, that the war settles Violins strings plucked to life A symphony made, pronounced man and wife See no more what was And no more of the because Eyes left closed in the morning's light Wishes swept away for tonight Hush... see nothing now that it was gone The crescent sun of the morn A whisper of what was The mystic of because The rose sitting in its petals Hoping against all, that the war settles
