The night caresses secrets in a dream
Speaking of promises unspoken
The doors open to the wind of the first sun
And nothing recalled will ever be forgotten
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 15, 2011
Mar 15, 2011 at 6:13 PM UTC
The night caresses secrets in a dream
Speaking of promises unspoken
The doors open to the wind of the first sun
And nothing recalled will ever be forgotten
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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