jueves, enero 28, 2010

when the ice..

Soft and free like a rainbow.
Wings of silk throw their shadow.
Only you could color the wind,
Blue Dawn Butterfly.
Dark are horizons when sun can't shine.
Gold from your fan.
Deep in the desert of all unknown,
You shower love of its sand.
Beauty of the heavens,
Soon the time you're an angel.
Dry your wings and soften gray skies,
Blue Dawn Butterfly.
High grow the flowers along your path.
Gold from your flight.
Deep is the magic that grows within,
Bearing fruit in the night.

ella esta intendo creer que no somos nosotros, sino otras personas.. porque a estas alturas ya no sabia donde estaba parada.

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