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Black and White, and Green
The smoke gushing out its guts into the air
A powerful spectacle
Here alone in my world
I dig the concept of building
Castles in the air
The white tiles on the walls conceal my affairs
I stand on the pinnacle
Here alone in my world
I keep the sun close by shinning
Down on my affairs
On top of some tiles does lie the smoke's flare
Outside it's a miracle
Here alone in my world
I'm unable to grasp the meaning
Of another's flare
My fire, my green goods
My life, my troubled mind
My lethargy, mine alone
My kingdom, mine alone
I fly, I soar
I do not feel the air
I do not sense the soil
In this world of black and white
Burning, by the green condoned
A powerful spectacle
Here alone in my world
I dig the concept of building
Castles in the air
The white tiles on the walls conceal my affairs
I stand on the pinnacle
Here alone in my world
I keep the sun close by shinning
Down on my affairs
On top of some tiles does lie the smoke's flare
Outside it's a miracle
Here alone in my world
I'm unable to grasp the meaning
Of another's flare
My fire, my green goods
My life, my troubled mind
My lethargy, mine alone
My kingdom, mine alone
I fly, I soar
I do not feel the air
I do not sense the soil
In this world of black and white
Burning, by the green condoned
Published 18th Jul 2013
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21st Jul 2013 4:25pm
19th Aug 2013 6:59am
Sup Blueblood! Thanks a lot for the comment man, I actually have a hard time "painting" vivid images, I'm more of the inner abstractions type, though here, I did intent for readers to picture the scene. So, thanks again, be seeing you round here
