quarta-feira, agosto 06, 2003

I heard the spring light whisper
Above the dancing strem,
The world is made forever
In likeness of a Dream...

----X---

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry:
I am not there. I did not die...

Felt at 04:29

Eyes which don't know impurity look at me,
Reflecting the forever endlessly continuing earth,
Tracing the remains of my forgotten tears with a little finger


Soul

Youkai
Pisciano
Tired of Moving
Unknown Motivation
Piercings
Tattoos
Music
Thousands of Desires
Blood Moon, Empty Sky

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