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The moon makes its way to pass, piercing the invasive darkness and reflects their murky embraces on the trail his leaving traces. Nothingness surrounds the silence, daylight was removed with violence … She tries to connect the dots in the pendancy of her thoughts: “I’m here waiting for a sign, drinking from the sunset’s wine. And even though there’s much pain, in a distant dream, I’ll love you again. Your every movement had an aim, and all rules belonged to your game, which couldn’t make it to the dawn, ’cause the king was just a pawn. “ Shadows fill her empty heart, her inner soul’s been torn apart, ’cause he had just opened that door to come and steal what he looked for. “Now that daylights dissappear, How far can I move from here, as I can’t follow the light beam, caught up in a distant dream … “ The moon got trapped in night’s fever and took off her armor of silver, which is glowing, with a slight shiver, flowing down along the river. Her grudge too, seems to surrender, being ravaged by its splendor … “I need you here… next to me … The dawn is rising, come and see …”
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Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC
Distant Dream
The moon makes its way to pass, piercing the invasive darkness and reflects their murky embraces on the trail his leaving traces. Nothingness surrounds the silence, daylight was removed with violence … She tries to connect the dots in the pendancy of her thoughts: “I’m here waiting for a sign, drinking from the sunset’s wine. And even though there’s much pain, in a distant dream, I’ll love you again. Your every movement had an aim, and all rules belonged to your game, which couldn’t make it to the dawn, ’cause the king was just a pawn. “ Shadows fill her empty heart, her inner soul’s been torn apart, ’cause he had just opened that door to come and steal what he looked for. “Now that daylights dissappear, How far can I move from here, as I can’t follow the light beam, caught up in a distant dream … “ The moon got trapped in night’s fever and took off her armor of silver, which is glowing, with a slight shiver, flowing down along the river. Her grudge too, seems to surrender, being ravaged by its splendor … “I need you here… next to me … The dawn is rising, come and see …”
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Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC
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