The night caresses secrets in a dream
Speaking of promises unspoken
The doors open to the wind of the first sun
Walking shadows over your skin
You sat there a while scanning the miles
Free child of beauty and a caged reptile
You wish you could fly but dreams cloud the sky
The rain in your brain is washing them dry - Nausher
Mar 23, 2010
Mar 23, 2010 at 10:28 PM UTC
The night caresses secrets in a dream
Speaking of promises unspoken
The doors open to the wind of the first sun
Walking shadows over your skin
You sat there a while scanning the miles
Free child of beauty and a caged reptile
You wish you could fly but dreams cloud the sky
The rain in your brain is washing them dry - Nausher
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