Quinta-feira, 27 de Agosto de 2009

The Moody Blues Poems....

Van Gogh
Rough Out

 

 

Walked on by the riverside,

To find out the story wasn’t written.

A sundown miracle that throws me,

In to the depth of my soul.

There were no walls to climb,

No treasures to be hidden.

 

Got swallowed by the diplomacy of depression

No damaged mind sittin’….

Nearly saved by the big creation

Called it a great salutation…

Why wonder the undone??

Such careless thoughts….

 

Got sick of grinding down.

Left the life of the day,

Embraced the way of the night.

Took time in concern, 

No easy fight to decline…


Written by: David Nightingale às 23:38
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