Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Povestea noastra-Directia 5

We could indeed warm a winter day...

Our Story

A star from above was shown to us, but it is gone
I look for you again , late in the night
Near to the stars is where I want to be.

We will never know what had bond us,
When it suddenly end, how did we forget
All is left from us is our story, nothing else.
Is there someone who can believe in the past?

Lonely now, it is just me here,
Nobody in your place, Im always lonely
I look for you again, late in the night
Close to you is where I want to be.


He resusitated my heart by blowing life into my soul.


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