Blues for an angel
Someone is sitting in my naked tree playing in melancholy on frozen branches
The tones ripen and touch down softly at the feet of the tree
Someone is singing my lonely feet warm in the night with scales of glass
The songs paint my sheets clean in the darkness
Someone is playing in my naked tree and blue shadows kissing my wistful lips
The dreams lift on strong wings out of my frozen tree
Copyright © 2011 Maria Kimdal
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