sábado, 4 de setembro de 2010

Leaves

You’re leaving
The Everything says
And the voice echoes on my lips
    Wind says: “Bye… Sweet way to all grief!…”

Don’t told untold futures
Aren’t safe
As the same way the snow melts
   Leaves whisper: “Shhhh, don’t say anything, leave…”

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