Beauty, have you lost yourself again
In the freezing mud
Can’t you remember anymore
That goodbye is not a farewell for me
Sunshine shines through war and peace
Through tears and a bloody breeze
Don’t expect I coming home this time
Good night everything will be fine
Beauty were is the love in the world
Can’t you remember were you should be
From the bottom to the top
Goodbye plains without spring
Sun shines through war and peace
Through tears and a bloody breeze
Don’t expect I coming home this time
Good night everything will be fine
See you in real this it’s just not me
It’s like to see a town without its name
Without the dirt, without the poisonous cloud over me
Beauty makes grace of painful things
Beauty makes a smile on a barbed face
Beauty destroy the ugly things
Beauty, beauty, beauty were are you now
Beauty, beauty, beauty were are you now
Beauty, beauty, beauty….
Not A Dream Choice
I Have this Garden of Poems
at first and then carried away with my greenthumb i planted everything trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos and vines and hanging plants almost everything and so the blooming flowers died and the grasses diminishing like some hair of this baldness but nothing is lost in this garden of poems the birds came and built their nests some are still coming every morning and then the chirping begins |
Something Beautiful
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