Frosted Flowers
May 16, 2012 § Leave a comment
(song lyrics)
The frost paints flowers upon the grass
fragile patterns that won’t last
more than the morn.
On my own
while my heart lays with yours
waiting for your return.
The bell bird sings in the forest green
The wind whispers of all its seen
in its roaming.
On my own
while my heart lays with yours
waiting for your return.
The lawn is covered in frosted flowers
and I’m on my own.
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