Hue Jorgan


Speak Of Silence

Ashes blow in the breeze
Wish I could have held you one last time
Smoke blankets the rays from the morning sun
If only I took that last kiss
Flames dance; lost in the ecstasy of the moment
Should have made love to you before I left
Panicked men race towards the ball of flames
Never should have left our bed
Shouts of confusion wake the sleeping

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