Poetically Resurrected
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My heart, like the island of Hiroshima, crying
You dropped an atomic bomb of love upon mine own
Obliterating the scattering organisms of sorrow, dying
A seed of hope, planted within my soiled soul, flower grown
Yet, who could have picked this flower but you, only you
To hold under your nose, scent lingering, passion known
There exist few words to describe what you mean to me
Grapes of my vine, apples to my tree, wind to my sea
The Wind! Must my eyes fade away into the dark
I feel you near and far, near to me, near to me
Who sings and cries and dreams a spark!
The skies are gray, there is no day, there is no light
A burning fire, your love, bleeding orange and red
Into an ocean, obscure like a crow, sorrow’s night
How do you like it?
You dropped an atomic bomb of love upon mine own
Obliterating the scattering organisms of sorrow, dying
A seed of hope, planted within my soiled soul, flower grown
Yet, who could have picked this flower but you, only you
To hold under your nose, scent lingering, passion known
There exist few words to describe what you mean to me
Grapes of my vine, apples to my tree, wind to my sea
The Wind! Must my eyes fade away into the dark
I feel you near and far, near to me, near to me
Who sings and cries and dreams a spark!
The skies are gray, there is no day, there is no light
A burning fire, your love, bleeding orange and red
Into an ocean, obscure like a crow, sorrow’s night
How do you like it?