iris!

for every human, comes a dream… nonetheless… its only a dream!

iris! – i called it home

When close to fumble down a stair well
and far from rain drops i stand so humble
Not a word to speak, a motion to seek, but thoughts that reap
stretching out these hands down rigid walls and wonders of beauty that lies beneath those roads.

Stone cold felt easy… against loosing so deeply …
she was my rose… when i was the desert… i called it home

Ice frozen but melted on top of words that surrender
Eyes chosen but blinded no language can seem so amber
Finally needing, portrayed with nothing bleeding, arrogance lost… like a fountain of dust 

Stone cold felt easy… against loosing so deeply …
she was my rose… when i was the desert… i called it home

Between those shadows… i stayed and waited
Between those walls…. i stared and faded
waiting for cessation… but it was these that have casted

She was my rose…. and i had the bane
On soil that i mounted….  when i was the desert… i called it home

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