rose thorns to heal you
silences to tell you
grey winds to paint you
fresh air to feed you
fires to refresh you
and white mountains as pillows
while you are away
I will kindle ashes as sparkles
and here you are
away
Marco Bo
silences to tell you
grey winds to paint you
fresh air to feed you
fires to refresh you
and white mountains as pillows
while you are away
I will kindle ashes as sparkles
and here you are
away
Marco Bo
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