Drift away
like the sun-dried leaves flown
by the cold North wind
Drift away
and cast your nets
to the sea of dreams
What have you to my mind
like copper coins thrown
in a wishing well?
Drift away
and carry your thorned roses
from my bleeding hands
Drift away
like the soft white cirrus
painted to the setting sun
Drift away
and maybe i can seal the best of
you in my heart.
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