Quinta-feira, 3 de Setembro de 2009

The Moody Blues Poems....

 

Winters Case

 

 

Woke up watching the pure sunrise,

Sitting by a tree...

Looking at the winters wonder,

Wondering the future has gained a golden path or not.

The blue sky waved those times goodbye,

Story’s about a meltdown memory.

A nameless passed that the burning sun hates to show.

A curious tale of a band of brothers that once got the lift up.

Three diamonds blazing there present.

Separated by the necessity of one’s arrogance.

A Meaningless fool that thought he had everything figured out.

A nothingman capsule to his own fatality 

Regretting the moves of the magic filth.

Cursing the nameless agony within….   


Written by: David Nightingale às 23:33
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