Friday 21 March 2014

Evergreen Edit

she must have been turning in her sleep
she kept herself somber in her snow white sighing winter
but i tried to wake her
and i tried to make her
see me through the dust of frost blowing,  so blinding
i saw her last summer, evergreen
here i am forsaken in the echoing hills of ireland, evergreen
i dream of her when i'm alone
i miss her in all weather
the cold wind banshees, flying've turned my aquamarine ocean eyes to stone gray frost,
i am forever bound and blinded, stranded in the sunspot forest, crying;
evergreen

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