mardi, avril 01, 2008

a wolrd that is not there

My words a pale reflection of your beauty
A humble attempt to grasp this perfection that I see
Can't seem to really define you
Or to be abble to hold onto your grace

When the night fall and im alone in my sleep
I see those shades of gold coming to me
Haunting my sleep
And transporting me in a deep dream

This forsaken place of our meeting
Like a illusion of a life that is forbidden
Peace, sweetness, softness and love
All at once without distinction

And this sun of yours
Shinning to bright on my night
Me the moon
For I am a pale reflect of your beams

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