Friday, September 07, 2012

SHE IS ALIVE!

She wore the stars on her hand and she
wore the sky on her sleeves and she wore
The wind in her hair while the evening breeze
wound 'round her hand like a emblem of love
and she walked and she walked and she walked

She's alive, she's alive, she's alive
she wore her dreams broken, she wore her dreams whole
love-bites of her life on her skin and her soul
and she stood in the haze of the dimming days
but she's alive, she's alive, she's alive
you can find her and tell her that she is a dream
the most beautiful silence that you've ever seen
and your roses will wilt and your roses will bloom
and she'll live all the days in between
because she's alive, she's alive, she's alive

And you can write her down so she is read again and again
because i will tell you how she wore her pain:
she wore the stars on her hand and she
wore the sky on her sleeves and she wore
the wind in her hair while the evening breeze
wound 'round her hand like a emblem of love
and she walked and she walked and she walked
she's alive, she's alive, she's alive

2 comments:

  1. This went on and on and on like a beautifully composed song :-)

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  2. One of the most beautiful poems I have ever read.

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