Dugo Ti nisam pisala prijatelju najdrazi...
Bilo je puno problema oko kompjutera,ali i tesko je skupit snage...
Tak je tesko,sve podsjeca na nase prijateljstvo...Mene i Andjela...
Kak se nositi s tom spoznajom da svog Andjela,najboljeg prijatelja,kaj nisam ni sanjat mogla da budem znala nekog takvog,kojeg sam tako cudno upoznala pri Njegovom dolasku na fax...
Koji mi je pruzio podrsku kad nije bilo nikoga..Kad si me tjesi,Bracko,tada sam znala da cemo biti najbolji...Da si Andjeo,i da ti one predivne okice nisu pruzene tek tako,nego da su znak da si Andjeo...
I onda,dodju Svi Sveti,i tuga me prelama jos jace nego inace...
Nemogu pisati,ne...Pustam pjesme,i prenosim pozdrave,od znas vec koga :)
Javit cu Ti se brzo..
Do tada pjesmica,i zagrljaj mishko maleni :(
White rose perfume go with thee on thy way unto the thy shaded tomb low music doth fall lightly as
autumn leaves about they solemn pall. Faint incense rises. O'you, you fell away from me my love,
like all earthly things vanish into death's cold mysteries. Serpents marked with azure rings cathedrals
where rich shadows fall, things strange curious solemn saviour. You promised me laughter in autumn
days, now I can't awake from this lucid haze, I can't awake to laugh with you, I'm so weary. Claws
upon my flesh and statues of lost souls dominate this house. Angels have no pity, their wings have
turned to stone. Come travel naked lovers beyond all dimensions of heaven and lie enchanted
forever in the lucid garden of dreams. In all animate sources and creation of belief we travel seas of
illusions that begin at our dreams. Ethereal architects masters of all fate.
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Dark oceans we cry, writhing in the misery, cast spit on the love that lay at our feet, the intrigue of
pain we crave it's mystery neglect to explore the depths to sanctity. We reach happiness, divine in
providence, our lamented desires. Lose scent of the essence, shunned is the prosperity, we feel the
anxiety, self inserting the knives in our heart. Luring to degrade with bribes of affection, can't abide
divinity over our imperfection. All love is broken, sombre in devotion, the hearse of selfishness has
drove it all away.
Post je objavljen 06.11.2007. u 21:12 sati.