Oh,
\nwhen morning starts so badly.
\nWhen my dreams descend like hawks,
\nand the past refuses to leave.
\nWhoever loves me,
\nlet them come.
\nLet the sky be blue with morning glories.
\nNot all time is the same.
\nThe vine that sleeps on the fence
\nopening its flowers,
\nis not sad,
\ndoes not think,
\nas drop by drop the sun turns into blossoms.<\/p>\n
So if night would leave a few stars
\nin my heart.
\nThe moon touch my soul with purity.
\nI could wake free of pain,
\nand the thorns that drew blood
\ngo back to the earth,
\nand leave only their roses.
\nHow easy then everything would be,
\neven the coming and going
\nof old sorrows.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Oh, when morning starts so badly. When my dreams descend like hawks, and the past refuses to leave. Whoever loves me, let them come. Let…<\/p>\n