In memory for what should have been Phil Lynott’s 65th birthday – still missed – Legend

Worldly Winds

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The last of the summer rays

blush gently on my cheek.

Tears fall like dew from the morning rose.

The flower blossoms,

the flower blooms.

Slowly it fades

as petals fall

one by one

the spirit

is gone.

I wear my heart upon my sleeve,

I also wear my rose.

Both are there for you to see.

The flower blossoms,

the flower blooms.

Slowly it fades

as petals fall

one by one

the spirit

is gone.

The last rose of summer cries.

The heart beats deathly slow.

The sun has set beneath the skies.

The flower blossoms,

the flower blooms.

Slowly it fades

as petals fall

one by one

the spirit

is gone.

Β© Black Rose 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

black rose 1 (Photo credit: Melinda Taber)

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