Wish I speak the language of birds
Flying high,
Play with my rhythm with no chords
Come to me my friend
Complete the song
Words you belong
Are dying alone
Wish I bloom on the garden of rose
Making them smile,
Fill some perfume in music we compose
Come to me dear friend
Fill the space
Arena of concert
Is dying in desert
Tuesday, January 19, 2016
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