The Fog
And so it is...
The blind and the dumb
the horses of time
in my head
the angel I met
the dead guy in the tomb
the beautiful stranger in misery
the love he had
the blond that stood in the doorway
the children of rebel
the music that survived
and the struggle that were left behind
and the punk I met
his blue eyes
and his black suit
with my red hair
and the sea
and the silence
the butter and salt
and all the “maybe”s
we wondered
and the bird I know
his wings
and the nest
in the land of strange colors
and the harmony we felt
with the universe
on a Monday morning
watching the sea
and the birds
and the stones
and I loved her
and so did he
and I feel the bliss
in every street
and the beauty that is around
and I no longer feel
the way you did
and I'm happy
and so is she
God bless her
the little girl
with the golden curls
that sleeps far far away
from this land
and we will miss her
-
the sanity
is lost
forever
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