Tuesday, 24 February 2009

Paris II

Goodnight my tearfull love,
Save your drops in a cup,
And let them set to silver,
Hear the wind carry my voice,
Kissing your ear.
Winterly whispers in the night,
We shall seal this night with a kiss,
And watch your tears set to gold.
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