The blue flowers in my garden have died
They were not expecting death
Even as the days grew shorter
And the winds returned
They had no idea of the oblivion that awaited them
I have always envied the blue flowers in my garden
The blue flowers in my garden have died
They were not expecting death
Even as the days grew shorter
And the winds returned
They had no idea of the oblivion that awaited them
I have always envied the blue flowers in my garden