Caught up by the flowers in the street
The time is caught up by the flowers on the street
they all have something to bring home
running their naked feet
while angels is keeping the choir loud
alone in the darkest hour
paintet eyes , no ladder to climb
they all announce the lust of salvation
while the wind is blowing off their close
Poetry by Crys
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Written on 2008-06-16 at 09:38
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