Crimson bloom,
a fleeting grace,
impressed between times,
tender embrace
The book is closed,
the pages fade,
a memory lost in silence laid
Where do the crimson petals fall?
In timeless circles they answer the call
A fragile trace, a fleeting line,
of lies and dreams now intertwined
The trained in parts, the tracks align,
the past dissolves in shadow time
Not the leaving nor the staying,
but the quiet in between swaying
Where do the crimson petals fall?
In timeless circles they answer the call
A fragile trace, a fleeting line,
of lies
and dreams now intertwined
A sailor's hymn, a ship at sea,
whispers of eternity
The rose it holds, its secrets bare,
a fleeting bloom
beyond despair
It's heart it turns, the wind it screams,
guiding hearts through distant dreams
Petals drift where no one knows,
a path a crimson flower chose
Where do the crimson petals fall?
In timeless circles they answer the call
A fragile trace, a fleeting line,
of
lies and dreams now intertwined