Иии още от мен ;)

И за да продължа лиричната вълна :

As a waterdrop meets desert sands,
burnt away by thousand suns,
does it have to stretch it's hands
towards the blazing heat ,that burns
one  like Lucifer's inferno,
in a death so sweet yet tragic.

And if a desert rose would catch said drop
and save it from said sands
would it feel like angels's tears
are falling on forsaken lands.

When the purest liquid hits
an even purer ground of ruby red velvet,
would it lay upon it ,like a dead man on his bed?
Now won't that be something that the skies rivet on.

If the skies do witness something of that kind
would they be able to avert a shed of one or few
or would they pour on flaming lands
a desperatly needed dew?