Cloudy spirit of mine
walkin' trough holly ages,
wheezing around the spell,
spell of your everlasting passion.
They force me to be nameless spirit,
but I'm so yours...
Repeating your poem about wings of glory,
you make me so incredibly stately.
Fly away to world of surprisingly far away dreams,
and I'll follow your magnificant steps...
Post je objavljen 03.10.2008. u 13:32 sati.