söndag 13 november 2011

....o.O

don't you know that the stars always are looking at us ... ?
     small, shining raindrops will fall
memories of the summer-green grass is now far away,
hidden in the shadows of oblivion
words are flying around in the air
they are restless and forgotten,
left in the smoke 
just because they are too strange to be told
too different from everythingels..

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