O wind ...
Say my yearings for him..
So he knew that i was here..
Tell him,
Pinned my love in every miss you carrying..
Your Wheezing is blows away..
Bring a set of past stories..
Ever buried in restless..
Although until now is in progress and never end..
With the wind ...
My right anchoring the silence..
Were not able to touch them..
And felt the embrace of warmth..
And it was just about him..
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 5:50 PM UTC
O wind ...
Say my yearings for him..
So he knew that i was here..
Tell him,
Pinned my love in every miss you carrying..
Your Wheezing is blows away..
Bring a set of past stories..
Ever buried in restless..
Although until now is in progress and never end..
With the wind ...
My right anchoring the silence..
Were not able to touch them..
And felt the embrace of warmth..
And it was just about him..
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