sâmbătă, 23 februarie 2008, 01:14:56
springtime depression?
Soon, March will come with her beautiful smile and beautiful air and pass us by and leave us standing under the white sun of spring hoping for something, for everything...and pass us by and leave us empty and once again the beating of the heart is everything you hear and then it stops and dies and fades, an echo buried beneath the springtime of an apple tree and lost forever like a thought which never became a word, like a word that's never been said. the word, the world is dead.
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