“Now when the flowers are in full bloom,It is the ashes from the past that hidden loom.”

“Now when the flowers are in full bloom,It is the ashes from the past that hidden loom.”

“Now when the flowers are in full bloom,It is the ashes from the past that hidden loom.”

“A chord that becomes a melodious delusion,In polar discrepancy from blue to yellow painted,In yellow I existed, with digoxin’s deadly illusion,Like Van Gogh’s stars in a bright night untainted.”