Flamingo Sunrise
By sidewinder
Deep with a past those times varied within a dream, Pride touched in a soul, Never will thy meet those visions ever to see you created from life, To speak and beat, I bleed for you, I give you my life, You will never grasp on a path walking free, The feathers... The poop, Oh how I flee to the sanctuary of a cave, I watch the flaming sunrise, Pink with passion rising within, Balanced on one foot, Burning in the sky, This is the beginning of the flaming sunrise, If I never again see the glory of the morning, I will never forget the thought of a turtlehead forming, The flamingos flew south but their mark ever show on the hood of my car was the flaming flamingo sunrise. June 30, 2000 By: B.E. Whitehorn, Adrennia Cooper, Allan Perry, William Randol & Billy Swan Written January 26th, 2002 © on Jan 26 2002 06:12 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 14
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"Deep with a past..."