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Sweet young girl of yesterday,
dry these tears I often cry.
Fill my dreams that have
long died,
touch my soul and show me
a way.
Sweet young girl gone
from me,
touch my soul and take me away.
Paths I walk are so long;
every step bring pains of years.
Mumbling words that are
my fears,
words to an old, old song.
Sweet young girl gone
with time,
touch my soul with your song.
Though my hair is so gray,
my winter days promise this:
each hour becomes a risk.
Naught is right, such a way?
Sweet young girl of memories,
touch my soul and take me away.
Fingers of Nature
Bring your mind fingers
of Maother Nature.
Softly I will worship you
with these flowers.
Hour by hour.
Floating over the valleys
of your memory.
I will collect the sweet
sands from your sea.
Gently I will offer you
your finger-like flowers.
Hour by hour.
Flowers which softly
touch with each touch one gives.
Flowers that are for our
cause, our love, make it live.
Gracefully I will stretch
out before you multi-colored flowers.
Hour by hour.
Bring your mind to an
ocean of drifting finger-like flowers.
Float your heart between
waves of overwhelming flowers.
To live is to be with you
forever in multi-colored flowers. Hours upon hours. |
