The violets on my hand, so fragile
Flourishing with roots in my flesh
That echo from the woods, calling
The nature appears to me now
-The lilies of the valley, they’re iced
They’re like frozen teardrops of mine
Winter creates a shadow
Brings forth the weakness
But the wreath on my head
Will light my way on-
All those sunflowers are now gone
And I leak this liquid of the night
Need for shoulder, vast like the sea
One with the wild I so long to be
-The lilies of the valley, they’re iced
They’re like frozen teardrops of mine
Winter creates a shadow
Brings forth the weakness
But the wreath on my head
Will light my way on-
Selite:
- Kirjaudu tai rekisteröidy kommentoidaksesi
