Bless

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Bless

I dream of a summer so cold and blue.
Through the emptiness so scorched and true.
Death blessed my life with you.

I tried so hard not to lose you.
But the harer I try,
I only seem to get further apart.

These burdens were carrying are not our lives.
Just look at all the candles we are burning
 and drown in these fires.

I dream of a winter so warm and red.
Your heart is oh so cold and blessed.
And death took my love from you.

I tried so hard to stand.
But the longer I fall,
I only seem to lose you more.

These burdens were carrying are not our lives.
Just look at all the candles we are burning
 and burn in these waters.

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Musicmynded1 commented on Bless

10-26-2010

this is a nice piece.. song perhaps?.... love wats being said and how its said.

Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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