quarta-feira, 21 de novembro de 2012


See my soul sinking
In the sea of sadness
That rains from my eyes. 

I want to think about every thing
Anything that will keep me free of 
The nothing that remains.

In our encouters , you dressed in sun
Blinding my soul that boldly dares
Just to not see any other light again. 

How many springs passed
Before my heart bloomed
When upon you I gazed? 

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