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hidden in a desert
Can you feel the dusty old branch comb the desert
with its thorns and painfull ballad
sweaping tunes
like an old black scornful choir..
Can you feel it bend deeply in your soul..
Can you feel the intensity of the burning wind..
Can you feel loneliness blowing your way..
Can you feel at all?
This desert used to be my home..
The wind was my friend
The joy it brought used to be the thorns and branches
The black choir, my lullaby..
...confused...
...alone...
My friend, the wind..has blown my own sand in my eyes.....
....why am i not blind?
Post je objavljen 16.04.2006. u 11:51 sati.