Nov 13, 2008 15:24
the winds dies
just over the hills
an echo in your heartbeat
a day that lasts forever
death is that little whisper
life is that slight smile
and your eyes are never free
and your hope is your undoing
there for the sighs
and then again for the lies
so worse yet by day by day
say goodnight and walk away
hands holding the heart of the moon
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