Wednesday, July 20, 2005

A Song for Me

Life turns into a muse,
the stone becomes the poet's dream.
she sang a riddle to me,
a hidden heart, a selfish scream.

I love her, so i dared to cry.
Into the night of my days,
and into the life of her eyes,
i saw me learning to fly.

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