Memories of the Wind.
Friday, April 27, 2007
Sleep gently.
Oh, my fair lady,
are you sleeping peacefully yet?
I thought I see you twitch in your deep slumber,
yet that was only the faint shadows,
casting secrets and tales too poignant to unfold.
Now,
How I wish to hold your hands tight,
and never let it go,
but it wasnt going to be so.
Let me catch a scent of fragance in the midnight mist,
to bid a gentle goodbye.
are you sleeping peacefully yet?
I thought I see you twitch in your deep slumber,
yet that was only the faint shadows,
casting secrets and tales too poignant to unfold.
Now,
How I wish to hold your hands tight,
and never let it go,
but it wasnt going to be so.
Let me catch a scent of fragance in the midnight mist,
to bid a gentle goodbye.
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