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Bury the doves

The eyes of the sky are closed

and the land is covered with white shroud.

Leaves have fallen.

No use to try.

Tomorrow�s sun will get the revenge.

Don�t cry.

 

 

2.

 

You light the fire.

The fire evaporates my heart.

The cloud rains.

The rain mixes with my blood

goes to my eyes

falls on soil.

Soil gives it to sun.

Sun puts it in clouds.

My lips taste the rain.

The rain travels through my veins

to my heart

putting off the fire for a while.  

 

 

3.

 

If there is no rain

my tears are.

If there is no dawn

The beauty of dusk is.

And if we can�t wash moments

we can wash the hands of mind

in the river of time.

If there is no spring

there is autumn

with colorful leaves.

 

 

4.

 

I passed half the way

its winding turns

its ups and downs

all alone

but I am still searching for a hand

who shares the roses of their garden with me.

 

 

5.

 

You flew with the wind.

I was left crippled

with the scars of my soul.

Now the ghost of memories screams

the festival has ended

and life remains.  

  

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