When I look around,
I see pink roses peeping gently under the bud, peering at the morning sun shyly.
When I look around,
I see the wind and the leaves playing over the Meadows.
When I look around,
I see the clouds with their Sterling lining, the commuters of the heaven, preventing the sun or the moon sometimes from shining down to us.
I see them traveling with the wind.
When I look a round,
I see a Man with eyes of fire looking straight at Me.
So I run into the fiery sea,
I look up to a starless night and in the air is death no more.
A typical life. First it's fun then trouble then hope that the we'll be able to make it alive. Hope keeps us pushing in the starless nights making us see death no more. Am touched
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