torsdag 23 september 2010

The fall.

All the roses died in the fall.
And all the noises and the sounds.
Died in your arms.

And I´m a leaf falling from a tree.
Desperatly degrading.
Colors fading. On the ground.

And I will lay here til summer comes.
Til love will come.

Into my arms.

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