October 12, 2011
Sing me a song of the past.
One beyond melancholy.
Through my window.
And hope it makes the heart immune.
Recuperate from thoughts,
Memories of yesterday.
Then life would go on…
We’ll see?
Read my aching lips.
I whisper,
you illusion my words.

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