December 14, 2009
how beautiful
they call to me
from the window
the sun shines
here i am
about to fall
the earth
stops spinning
our hands touch
only for a second
i stop to see
the angel
in the shadows
the rain pelts the ground
again you sing
as i wave goodbye
the last one
like a last bow
the last word
of a beautiful song
the last kiss
the last time
i see you

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