Mellow cream is whipped like a jet in the sky
Those Soft Klouds just spread around and lie
And if I lie on earth too and look up
I could see my memories running through puddles of emotions
And splashing down
Silk curtains of subconscious
Laid on my eyes
Hiding
the opportunity of trying
Eyes wide shut
And I know, dear mind
That this kind of light
Will scorch me like a trampled wheat
In a field of defeats
I'll lose my sight
To the mistaken creation
Of my night
Because of me
My cords was weaved
To a beautiful withered bouquet
And my ballade chords
Rhymes with words
I can't say
No more
Well
All these skies and flowers
Describes as a detailed portrait
Of unrequited young girl
Who got betrayed
Who used to be having
On her own
Now
Where is the girl
Who used to paint
Her world
And mix all the colors in her life
To make many more
המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.
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