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kind in mind
Winds and waves,
droves of black roses bloom,
the rain and moon dance in the afternoon.
Can you feel the hills as they start to change,
there are gardens behind all your thrills,
where peace is the link you have to a new domain.
Hopes will always be clear,
in silent asylums,
where I reappear, in stride.
When im stuck in a daydream,
and im sailing the sky's,
my fualts dissappear, or hide,
and I never know why.
Im Calm in a nutshell,
and its so hard to be breached,
when the streams of my confidence,
live at their peak.
droves of black roses bloom,
the rain and moon dance in the afternoon.
Can you feel the hills as they start to change,
there are gardens behind all your thrills,
where peace is the link you have to a new domain.
Hopes will always be clear,
in silent asylums,
where I reappear, in stride.
When im stuck in a daydream,
and im sailing the sky's,
my fualts dissappear, or hide,
and I never know why.
Im Calm in a nutshell,
and its so hard to be breached,
when the streams of my confidence,
live at their peak.
Published 4th Sep 2014
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