Saturday, April 10, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Nostalgia
Your words cut across the green glades of my thoughts
like a solitary bell tolling on the hill...
i wonder if you feel the urge drowning the love...
in this parched spell from above
i simply yearn for you still.
like a solitary bell tolling on the hill...
i wonder if you feel the urge drowning the love...
in this parched spell from above
i simply yearn for you still.
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