The eyes are in the city of the alley. The alley is dreaming Blue your eyes are beautiful. Your eyes are like a sea of poetry. like todays love is like tomorrows wish say what a silence is in your lips Pilgrims
If I werent tired if I wasnt tired I would have been your poets eye If I wasnt rooted, if I was not rooted, I would have been a poet of love for you What was the silence of you Traveler Temple of Songs for Pilgrims
