Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

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too much cold
among the green
too much rain
too much tears

too much shadows
eating the light
too much gusts
and trembles

where is the sun?
the snow lies cold
upon my heart
the wind is sharp
like fear

i long for the warmth
of monsoon earth
and pulsing roots

i long for
summer

the fresh air way up high
touching the sky, wondering why
the green of envy i adhor
still i am wanting more.

baby blue sky
soft grey mountains beyond th tree line
rich green hues from cool deep dark shade to soft yellow sun
green is never mean
unless yer stuck inside th Black Forest
wid da tropical blues again, man.

sunset city echoes
shiny streets and yellow lights
hands & face humid cold june

Me too.

And I never thought I'd hear someone else admit to it.

The edge of heart the cold apart
the verge of fear mellows

I forgot
that summer comes
bringing flowers and sweetleaf clover
when you've lived in winter
all your life
can you accept
when it's finely over

I see it now
as cold as light
as bright as daze

Cold heart, warm daze,
confused clouds upon my mind
Lost in passion flower dreams wilting
from neglect.
The temperature’s rise affects not the cold
within this empty shell.
Heated days only reminds me of the passion
lost long ago
in a land faraway
exiled from the sanctuary
of inner peace and tranquility.
Lost in the blue without you