Sunday | October 21, 2007

Blue Sky

I thought I caught your smell,

On a green field a rose fell.

I thought I saw your eyes,

Up in the sky a star shun.

I thought I caught your kiss,

It was but a morning’s whist.

 

I can remember your neck,

I can, as if touch it,

I can, as if kiss it,

I can, I need it.

 

I need you, help me,

Through tough times,

Through hard life,

Soon one will we become.

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