- Mystic Rose-
Mystic rose blooms in shadowy bower
deep,
Blue sky redden in open fragrance
fly,
Thou art gone in heavy heart for my fault,
All portion Tambour, drums for wakefulness.
I wake in strange passion for unknown fear, empty mindwith vacant dream
in mad pursuit,
Thou art in heavenly breeze,
spinning around.
Now the time for my demise hast come
for vacant being and aloneness.
Half deadthe self for the world
too much,
moment is lostin painted passion,
full and overflowing.
Thou art gone in nebulous way of heart,
tide full of love,
lost the lustmy way.
I will go and pick the bloom there,
If breath is lost thy name can revive me.
Thou art gone in heavy heart for my fault, All portion Tambour, drums for wakefulness. I wake in strange passion for unknown fear, empty mindwith vacant dream in mad pursuit
Mystic rose blooms in shadowy bower deep, Blue sky redden in open fragrance fly, Thou art gone in heavy heart for my fault
If only you knew ROSE is so lovely I am that ROSE born decades ab go now celebrated INTERNATIONALLY I STILL LIVE LIKE A VERITABLE ROSE WILL ONE day reach INFINITY COME THEN AND SEE ME MY FRAGRANCE WOULD HAVE BEEN SPREAD LIKE Robert Forest world wide
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Thou art gone in nebulous way of heart, tide full of love, lost the lustmy way.