Orchid Garden

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The near of death have purple lips,

Stage of the soul wich knows everythings,

Ghosts dressed of fear and satin,

The bridge between worlds are all for me,


There is coming the ray of lights from the spring,

I was the corpse who smiles like a beast,

I can play with the agony,

The water in your mouth seems so cold,


Puzzle dreams in memory pieces,

Your presence is so notorious,

It's proibhited to undress me of feelings,


Would better let it hidden,

Like a ballet dancer inside a music box,

O, Entity, Put your tunic.

Poesia WeirdOnde as histórias ganham vida. Descobre agora