Friday, May 11, 2012

Please suggest


Like my nights were dark
Lonely, dry and meaningless
Before you bought the dawn
Into my life for no reason

Like my life was lost
In the deep ocean belt stray
Before you bought the wind
Of freedom which is not mine

You bought the song of my soul
I feel it in my instincts, but
My consciousness aren’t ready
To digest the new rhythm.

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