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diamond hand Donna (a mind poem)

drifting winds across the stone grounds

change and twist the form of the land

but they'll never move diamond hand

Donna, in crumbling towers you sleep

playing the night time with a silver steed

cant you ever come along

and feel the light of dazzling life?

traveling toward the frozen sky

one day you know your magic will die

Diamond hand Donna and your poisonous gang

frightening sorrows follows the Dame

shaken, in the air that blasts
the earth that wont last
to be torn away and never seen again
toward the break of the city
our homes are born from the hearts of gods
no one knows where you will go
on the back of sparrows do you dream of the sky
the night will be young for you again
but can you ever let go of the daimond hand

passing meadow


toward the sun, past the grounds that part their ways

emerald meadows stand in my way, ready

silver rain begins its blasts of arrows, ready

crumbling towers await ahead

standng in the stream of wind, ready for the city

rays


waiting, the morning sky burning above

someone knows im alone here

shaping the day in the form of gray

looking to the northern sky

the future looking down at me, hiding

out of the fog comes rolling down the street

how no one has met her i would never know

the mountains of earth will never seem so low