A tilted and broken vase
Sprays water with scent flowers
Bows wrap around like hugs
Never given as the shade of mirror.
Water spring from the vase
from my face tear's
raining down all past passion
Blinded by your light
Drops of air and time
Breathing cycles yet broken
In a unbroken fashion.
I tire myself in blue
Eyes were the cold turn to heat
My blood as exploded
And i'am muttered in words
Renounce the known valse
Driven by purpose of
longevity and curiosity
I know the wind that carried me
now my eyes are no more
their fluids drunk by birds
and i fly within there body's
i let the roses for you
shadows of a past
memories for the future
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