Fall leaves desperate love
Of the branches of hope
Like falling autumn leaves
From the trunk of a tree made hurricanes
Declared tricks
No promises
Where nothingness
Of people are afraid
Live and awe in their hearts
... Does not exist
Injustice to the pain ... ..... Or even a sense of sadness
all the feelings of life
Repel each other as grains of sand
From the land of vast desert
When the wind is blowing severe
Flying grains of sand
Embraced by the atmosphere
And fade away without the return of
And then
Buried feelings of pain
In the book of old memories
Still
Wind caressed the sand grains, such as rain drops
Returned to where she was
Cry I heard a bird flying in the sky
Pursues the mirage to deceive
Without the return of
And did not intend to leave
And still
Screams coming in at the far horizon
In vain
And the spirit of wandering
Slapped the light of the morning sun
End to the evening
And ends with the nightmares of the dark
Fear, despair ... ..... And a sense of failure
Verde evening injustice dark
And with no illusions and nightmares
And so
Every night before sleep
And then
I was looking for love is
Love harshly colored stone
Wounded and buried between the piles of stone
Time
Fell drops of dew
On the leaves of the flowers
And time of the hit
Lost
Jamal splendor
tow and shine
He also inspected the eye tears of joy
When
Lose love the old
Who assassinated Age
From the heart of a devout and female
Restricted it life constraints pain
Enlarge the heart by the young
And became a black eye in the life
And overshadowed by grief and deprivation
On the same innocent
Trick bright colors of life
And did not know
That behind these colors
Black nightmare
May prevail white dreams
And then
I could not see what is around me
Only
A broken heart
It pains me they break
I have no tears, only a few
Spilled on the cheeks
I do not know what ...
Why cry and ...
Only
"I might find out it does not really
Mar 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012 at 10:10 AM UTC
Fall leaves desperate love
Of the branches of hope
Like falling autumn leaves
From the trunk of a tree made hurricanes
Declared tricks
No promises
Where nothingness
Of people are afraid
Live and awe in their hearts
... Does not exist
Injustice to the pain ... ..... Or even a sense of sadness
all the feelings of life
Repel each other as grains of sand
From the land of vast desert
When the wind is blowing severe
Flying grains of sand
Embraced by the atmosphere
And fade away without the return of
And then
Buried feelings of pain
In the book of old memories
Still
Wind caressed the sand grains, such as rain drops
Returned to where she was
Cry I heard a bird flying in the sky
Pursues the mirage to deceive
Without the return of
And did not intend to leave
And still
Screams coming in at the far horizon
In vain
And the spirit of wandering
Slapped the light of the morning sun
End to the evening
And ends with the nightmares of the dark
Fear, despair ... ..... And a sense of failure
Verde evening injustice dark
And with no illusions and nightmares
And so
Every night before sleep
And then
I was looking for love is
Love harshly colored stone
Wounded and buried between the piles of stone
Time
Fell drops of dew
On the leaves of the flowers
And time of the hit
Lost
Jamal splendor
tow and shine
He also inspected the eye tears of joy
When
Lose love the old
Who assassinated Age
From the heart of a devout and female
Restricted it life constraints pain
Enlarge the heart by the young
And became a black eye in the life
And overshadowed by grief and deprivation
On the same innocent
Trick bright colors of life
And did not know
That behind these colors
Black nightmare
May prevail white dreams
And then
I could not see what is around me
Only
A broken heart
It pains me they break
I have no tears, only a few
Spilled on the cheeks
I do not know what ...
Why cry and ...
Only
"I might find out it does not really
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