She was never loved,
Always hated!
Feeling were never understood,
Always ingored!
Eyes never saw,
Always cried!
Cheeks were never kissed,
Always slapped!
Hands were never held,
Always tied!
Legs never walked,
Always followed!
She never lived,
Always slaved!
Take me to the place where the sun is cold and the sky is grey
The warm Breeze that has million of words to say
The big tree has a little branch that's playing with the river beneath
And the mud that wets and clings onto my clean feet
The mud that tickels my feet so quite
With no dirt but too many things that the river has brought with its every hour
The river that babbles in it's lonely deep voice
The narrow place filled with trees and this echoing voice
The constant hitting of the waves to the tree and pebbles that spring the water up and back into the sea
The sea that's pure with white Crystals that grow and that beautiful tree with the branch that's dug into the soul
Take me to a place where river draws the picture if this scene dug in itself
Profound emptiness and the camouflaged beauty and so many unseen things
Take me to a place where sun never sleeps and the birds never leave and the deep sea never looses it's company with abundant cotton poppies floating in the air above this blue and radiating sea🙂
