Soft petals began to wither The morning dew slowly dries up Now remember my love Cindy's Book of Songs and Poetry
Long memories of short glances began to fade in black and white
The ocean breathes in a low tide
As I gather up again
The longings of my soul
That never my hands can grasp as whole
As our hearts rise to noon
Causing heat that our blood
Cannot bear any longer
It boils and burns
It pressures and angers
Turning residue into ashes
Love into hate
Ashes into dust
All of these carried by the wind
Transforming them into memories of the night
Touching the heavens forever
Making you wonder
If I will ever descend
From the light of heaven
In your circle of day and night
You memory remains forever night
You will not see
You will only feel
Use your heart...if it's still there
As long as your heart
Is the prisoner of the night
When your evening comes
Frogive me, my love
If another daylight embraces you no more...
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