Souvenir farewell rains as boiling lead over me feared in every expression of meaning shards of dreams injure bare skin damaging as scars on the sensitive soul the soft voice hushed in remembrance contours fade into mists of history may I give my tear for one more time your gold threads woven pain in thoughts autumn breathes your scent in morning moments as a souvenir hidden in my memory severe missing fills the melancholy heart your eyes will shine in the firmament @ Bianca & Gerhard (Holland)
Posted on: Mon, 29 Sep 2014 20:42:01 +0000