Saturday, December 20, 2008
I will find you again.
A nd when I die... I will stay in the colors that in the sunset glow to remind those who doubt that there is Love. I will be like a sudden wind gust that closes windows and opens doors I'll exist behind a magical mirror giving the ones that gaze upon it new hope, and at night, I will haunt the ruins of this old house walking for ever its corridors to the rhythm of the rushing of the sea, a ghost that no one will see, propelled by memories...quiet as a mouse, crying the tears I could not cry when...
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