On a gentle pink morning,
Turquoise waves silently roll
Upon the blue horizon,
Touching the shore’s quiet soul.
The heart stands still, in wisdom deep,
By Cimmerian treachery swept,
By a crown of hopeless sleep,
Echoes of laughter softly kept.
On a gentle pink morning,
Turquoise waves silently roll
Upon the blue horizon,
Touching the shore’s quiet soul.
The heart stands still, in wisdom deep,
By Cimmerian treachery swept,
By a crown of hopeless sleep,
Echoes of laughter softly kept.