Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings...
Oh! There she was standing by the tree. Oh! There she was standing by the tree.
But The Train is ready to be endowed! But The Train is ready to be endowed!
Stroll towards mist Stroll towards mist
Reality is merely an Illusion, Reality is merely an Illusion,
A good piece.... A good piece....
Good one... Good one...
A door opens wide in front, By the key of my imagination.. A door opens wide in front, By the key of my imagination..
Are the roses still red? Am i still breathing or am i dead Countless strings ringing Are the roses still red? Am i still breathing or am i dead Countless strin...
I think of delight sometimes With a glass of booze, The same darkness falls around A I think of delight sometimes With a glass of booze, The same darkness fall...