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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