Vendula Marie

...The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers But awakes to a morning with no reason for wakingHe´s haunted by the memory of a lost paradise In his youth or a dream, he can´t be precise He´s chained forever to a world that´s departed It´s not enough, it´s not enoughHis blood has frozen & curdled with fright His knees have trembled & given way in the night His hand has weakened at the moment of truth His step has falteredOne world, one soul Time pass, the river rollAnd he talks to the river of lost love and dedication And silent replies that swirl invitation Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea A grim intimation of what is to beThere´s an unceasing wind that blows though this night And there´s dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight And silence that speaks so much louder than words of promises broken... MyGen Profile Generator