Gaze on Aphrodite,
For I am complacent to sing alone.
Walking forward,
Your hair fights the wind.
The truth is bestowed upon me,
Like a bread to a pauper.
Spring turns to fall,
Beauty beheld, now lost.
Time is not sparing.
Mar 19, 2010
Mar 19, 2010 at 9:26 PM UTC
Gaze on Aphrodite,
For I am complacent to sing alone.
Walking forward,
Your hair fights the wind.
The truth is bestowed upon me,
Like a bread to a pauper.
Spring turns to fall,
Beauty beheld, now lost.
Time is not sparing.