She sang all night,
The only song she knew.
She sang in silence,
Drawing faces at window.
And when we were in embrace,
Waiting for snow.
The song about flowers.
Song about eyes.
The song about pebbles,
And the paradise.
Every time she sang,
It was a different song.
When her travelling breath
Caught memories
Of long lost love.
When she clasped hands,
Hers upon mine
And walked the spring.
When at dusk,
She left the world
And became her
She sang all night,
The only song she knew.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC
She sang all night,
The only song she knew.
She sang in silence,
Drawing faces at window.
And when we were in embrace,
Waiting for snow.
The song about flowers.
Song about eyes.
The song about pebbles,
And the paradise.
Every time she sang,
It was a different song.
When her travelling breath
Caught memories
Of long lost love.
When she clasped hands,
Hers upon mine
And walked the spring.
When at dusk,
She left the world
And became her
She sang all night,
The only song she knew.
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