quinta-feira, março 23, 2006

(No name yet... Suggestions are welcome)

Flower that grows inside
It can be beautifull and bright
Falling down like rain
Filling me inside, erasing the old pain

It can be also warm and cool
But also cold and blue
Someone said, a fine blue line
Blue like a full moon that shines

It also shines like your eyes
Blue like a summer day's sky
Bringing me very good 'vibes'
Memories that came from deep inside

Like a Merry-go-round
Dancing for all over the ground
Celebrating our true emotions
Almost a ritual dance, a devotion

A feeling... So strong that I almost can touch
I love you, dear... Too much

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