martes, julio 07, 2009

Breezes

It was a song (that named you)
And your name (since then), has been with me
It was a melody that sought the love you had
and the song it wanted to sing, and said

You were like the autumn breeze
that arrives softly and stays in your hair
There were a hundred thousand stories
There were clouds so white that almost blinded me
You were (without knowing?), so fragile and eternal
You were music

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