what if, what if...what if, for once, we break those sigh's!
a sigh is a sigh, and if broken it must be,
for there's no one but us around here to see,
the spring flowering of the beautiful trees, the river pebbles,
the vagrant clouds and the feet that bleed.
the white pavement red petals bear's still
the story between us, the wandering scent,
tears falling from your eyes,
the silent touches the fevered lips kiss so deeply,
it blows one's mind, the desire to possess,
to hold to feel, it matters not what if, what ifs
even the strange shadow's with fecund eyes,
whether he's home again or otherwise, is so,
so easy to maybe break those sighs.
as the night train passes..
To distant lands, without you or I.
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