26 December 2012
You run beneath arbors of thorns and rust
No flowers on the branches
Just dead roses and dust
Puff up in the atmosphere
And burn your eyes
In the distance you hear a child's cry
So you sing lullabies about the rain
And how it used to fall
On this place
Where roses grew
Deep ruby red contrasted
The blue
Infinite sky
Blue Rain Red Rose • Opuss № I