dark is ending day has come flowers’ scent is in the air falling on us |
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I open my eyes where am I? the place is not the one of mine it’s cold outside |
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her breath is flying through the air riding the silence still alive on starting day |
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delicate as babies skin on skin lips on skin a little smile softly appears |
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slowly you seat no word is said the smooth blonde hair rest on your shoulders like feathers driven by air |
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hard it is to stop my eyes looking at your own blue eyes |
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they are still in front of mine smiling to me with simplicity |
25/11/2005