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The Flower In My Land Of Dreams

I walk down a misty nameless street
Of cobblestones and broken glass
And here's where the girls line up in rows
With frozen smiles and smokin' grass

From miles away the foghorn growls
And damp clouds choke my road
A lonely church bell rings its tune
And counts my time in secret code

I stay for a night, or maybe two
The journey's been on for a long long time
But none of the girls and no one else
Will match the love that I left behind

If you travel north on the east coast line
Where the rivers blend with the open sea
You may find a trace of the one I loved
At the place where i used to run free

That's where you'll find the sallow thorn grow
And salmons jumping in the rapid streams
That's where I found my beautiful rose
The one true flower in my land of dreams

Copyright © 2011 Göran Gustafsson. All rights reserved


Sallow thorn, Sv Havtorn




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Publicerad 2011-01-09 14:15



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  Lena Själsöga Keijser
så vackert målar du
med själens penslar

tack
2011-05-21

  La Magnólia VIP
En mjuk och vacker klangfull melodi formas av dina ord .. en vemodsklang fylld av längtan och kärlek ...
2011-05-14

  Göran Gustafsson VIP
I en besjälad materiell värld kan även kyrkklockor spela en melodi.
:) Göran
2011-03-21

  Serapis VIP
Not bad. I like the lonesome feeling in the pictuare that in fact i PAINTED, wit words.
I'm not sure, however, if a churchbell really could be said to "ring a tune".
But perheps it does? I'm not sure, perhaps it's just at matter of style.
I would though, have prefered something like:
"A lonely churchbell thaws up yon'"
2011-03-21

  the apache kid VIP
brilliant
2011-03-18
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