Your Instrument
A whole Japanese garden
blooms inside of me
when you pluck my strings right
In that bed of roses and melodies,
with my heart as red as the Guzei bridge
and my lips the pink of cherry blossom,
I cross over to salvation
Your song my oxygen
and my skin the piano under your touch,
you play just the keys
to make my trees grow to the sky
Selite:
oletus
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