Kusumam Tara Dolma D.
I wish to get back to your ear
Hidden in the temple of thick hair
At the beginning of story
In memories I sail away
My anorectic beauty
With fistsfull of pills
My flying mystery
I tremble for your safety
My soul wanders in outer space
Drifts along by scene of your kindness
Your power brings back the safeness
Your gnosis intergrows in me
Suddenly something is drawing me down to the land
In the mist I lose my faith
I can´t make head or tail of nothing
I don´t want to bring out
That I squirm to despair
Angel brought down from heaven
Wings burnt away on the way to us
With spine lame
Knock about dark way of life
My anorectic beauty
With fistsfull of pills
My flying mystery
I fear of you
Tara Dolma D.
