A house of wax and the miller’s tree.
A garden full of love and the song goes free.
A shadow of the past and the promise of today
Is not an old mind’s pray, the youngers play.
Sorrows be miller’s house
The joys miller’s tree
Where on earth is this not
True as it can be?
He who sees his joy grow
Has to return to his house to sleep
Until he become the monkey
That he is meant to be!
So leave your houses my fellow men,
Live on the trees
In the garden of love
Where the song goes free
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2 comments:
:)
sweet
Infact very sweet :)
It's true that Life's a vicious circle..with the emotions doing their rounds..we cant do anything..
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