Wednesday, April 15, 2009

1.
When winter night whispers
the smoke flows out, dear night
where did you steal these cigarettes from?

2.
who has taken away my rainbow
who has snatched my moon and
tore my sky..
Hey dewdrops
though i am scattered and shattered, did i ever wipe you?
I steep down through the valley
and wander and wander
the forests were empty and nights were bright
And at last when I stopped
I was far away

3.
rhythm of rivers
as if I am breathing
though I am dead

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