Rusting of ironed-love, never to forgiveness,
my eyes can perceive no beauty of sunsets.
Ignite the light, warm my dearest night,
prepare for the time, stones in the sky collide.
Deliver no pain, shout for joy, strengthen your faith,
for everything will be back to its normal state.
Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 12:06 PM UTC
Rusting of ironed-love, never to forgiveness,
my eyes can perceive no beauty of sunsets.
Ignite the light, warm my dearest night,
prepare for the time, stones in the sky collide.
Deliver no pain, shout for joy, strengthen your faith,
for everything will be back to its normal state.
© 2012
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