Sunday, February 4, 2007

Sky

Falling from the moonlit sky, raining on my face.
The smell and warmth that you provide with your wonderful embrace.
A shooting start lights the night, across my eyes it flies.
Wish now what it would be like, without all the sad goodbyes.
But now you’re here for good, whatever would I do?
If you weren’t here to watch the sky, the two of us…me and you.

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