White Rose
Feet on land
Heart in clouds
Head lost in memories
I play tunes of regrets on my saxophone
And the nectar of love remains a craving
Pleas sent to the skies for an immortal existence
Laden with the warm gaze of my muse
As he shall play for me, songs meant to wake me up
From the slumber that he imposed upon me
Feet on land
Heart in clouds
Head dancing between the two worlds
Imagination and reality play dangerously
Games meant for lovers solely
A white rose,
I seek to be tainted red
Coloured with hues of passion
So deep that their stories shall be recounted of in secret!
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