(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
quinta-feira, março 23, 2006
Reportado por Mary Farah às 00:52
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