In the cold whisper of grave,
it only was the cold of dead
...the cold of nothing
and my shadow projected
by the moonlight
fly away and fly alone
fly alone in a lonely path
and your shadow
like the warm whisper of spring dead
like in that night
full of perfums
and whispers
and full of music of wings
merged: 08-26-2006 ~ 11:37am
you did it right!
excellent work!