The Aquarell

Canonis

Bee, kissing rose
Cool honey of love
Recent tired arguement
Stayed alone with itself

Motion, filled by noise
Where is silence?
Ocean of my fillings on the paper
I must feel the water - be my hand

Red leaves of autumn nights
Warm rays of moon lights
Recent tired arguement
Stayed alone with itself

Blue forest carries cool
Road is near
Stop for quench the thirst i can't
Something disapear - that is why

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