Thrashing through the fire that licks salt less tears dry
Dragon colors flash in my head
Voices scream with silence that make my ears bleed and my
Daydreams fade away into the fields of clover
Footprints melt the stone and leave memories in my mind
Froth suffocates the eyes of a mother
Red sounds her cry of sorrow
Secrets that will never be told
The lily blooms with the call of the Dragon
Hushed and hurries are the many Voices
There are many who Daydream
But few that have memory Footprints
Stinging colors spring a crossed the Ocean
Shrill cries drip Froth
The round train tracks blaze Red
Scattered a cross the dirt are untold Secrets
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