Wednesday, 29 May 2013


How bright the noon rays before sunset Know of the speed in a stream at the source No compare to vast river at the mouth Yet that the puzzle am in of passion The colder it gets , my system despairs The sight blurs and memories fading Your cold ways burn my last twig I miss the vibrance of your pretty visage Yet you widen the gaps to kill my system Unknown how long the twigs can hold So uncertain the count of this silence When the flame of hope will pass the tense Runs strange , but I'll turn this page Break this system, to run its upgrade Hope you mean what you let me see I once loved my system of romance and you Seems I'll survive but in another page Treasure what we share , it comes in handy WHEN THE SYSTEM FALLS DEAD

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