.. and you are my lonely song
playing at lonely hours
and you are my painted heaven
beneath the blanket of stars.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
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There is nothing real, beyond the mind's imagination. And yet, so much more. Always. My words lie amidst.
4 comments:
a post!... waoh!.. been too long.
as always, the words are beautiful.
Quite nice. seems you let your emotions flow like silk
Very Interesting!
Thank You!
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