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Was it you? I'm sure I heard you speak through the millions of roses I'm sure I heard you cry, heard you laugh, heard you shout through your window Was it just fog? A blaze, a fire, was it a moment? I'm holding rice and water What will you take? Come, come quickly Seasons by the river are so rare Didn't you see the Jordanian flower bloom? Didn't you hear thousands of voices screaming, howling, eerie voices from the lands of poison? Must have been strange But we have to rush Hold, Hold my hand I said Leap, jump, avoid the golden balls- they wil burn you Don't mind the lianas Don't care about the pain, the blood It's only a liquid too Hold my hand, we are going away Trust me, I know where I am going It's in the prophecies And I saw it in the dream Heard the fortune-teller murmur it yesterday Do you really want everyone to hear those screams coming from the roses? It's the last opportunity Don't be afraid, it's only a silver syringe And then we'll travel forever We have our ticket to Heaven And we have sent all our stuff to Hell We are are going, don't be so afraid, don't look at me like this In only a few moments we'll be in bliss Smile, smile Even if it's fake Fool the Devil, Fool Death hold my hand and we'll escape Lianas and roses that scream That is our Promised Land |
wow, you are really good at writing yourself...I enjoy this poem so much that I am going to look at all of your others...:oP| Posted on 2005-03-24 00:00:00 | by SammySueYou | [ Reply to This ] | |