Look at the flowers,
pick them up and hold it together,
the thrones won't hurt you much,
smell its fragrance and spread its smiles,
now, when there is still time.
Sing with the rain,
hold the droplets in your palm,
Get drenched in its essence,
wash away the stains of hate,
now, when there is still time.
Dance with the wind,
tie your heart by its strings,
let its arms free your soul,
soar high, let go the strings which bind you
now, when there is still time
Walk with the flowing river,
let it guide you, find you a path
Don't hold your steps anymore,
explore your destiny,
now, when there is still time.
1 comment:
Beautifully haunting.
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