The last cigar


Land of roses,
Raised the hands of praises.
So the sea of waves,
tide the breeze of craves.
Bliss of hour set the fire,
Kiss of lips lift me higher.
Strings are tuned the tone of desire,
Nerves are strained to get the share.
Fought on foot to clutch,
caught my roots to fetch.
Shall pass the smokes of grief,
dangled over the fate of leaf.
Watch me and the words,
raining but stucked on the roof.
Stars shining ,who cares,
transcends the sky only rare.
The colours on palet,
cannot stuck it in valet.
No matter how big the canvas,
the line of end is where you stand.
The land is stiff up on the water,
waves beneath moving up to the land.
The cigar I droped before,
left to the wind behind.
Land of roses are moving,the Sea beneath is rowing.

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