Published on Tuesday, February 28, 2012 by admin
She wears mystic lipstick,
she wears stones and bones,
She tells myth and legend,
she sings rock and roll.
She wears chains of bondage,
she wears wings of hope,
She wears the gown of plenty,
and still it's hard to cope.
Chroi O mo chroi,
your heart is breaking,
Your eyes are red, your song is blue.
Your poets underneath the willow in despair.
They have b...