THE COLOUR OF AN ABCENT LIGHT
Monday, 1. December 2008, 19:20:58
Where is the light of my sun?
Where is the warmth of its beam?
Where is the kindness of my moon?
When I could hear the whispering stars
And the night-like hear falling on her palm
slipping between her fingers
I was the fool to claim the birth of the early dusk.















bluecoffee # 3. December 2008, 02:30
nedjmek # 3. December 2008, 06:55
amel2 # 3. December 2008, 18:26
shipka45 # 3. December 2008, 20:51
nedjmek # 3. December 2008, 21:08
someone with your qualities is indeed a reliable friend.
I'm sure that you don't want to know that deep side in the real me..
salam
nedjmek # 3. December 2008, 21:17
I don't know how nor why but reading to your comments makes me more than overwhelmed, your words alleviates my soul.
allen told me once that it needs sometimes many suns and moons to rise and fall to get calm and traquility.. I bet he touched the beaating nerve, amn't I right about that??
Nightfighter3x # 13. December 2008, 17:10
nedjmek # 13. December 2008, 17:59
and I'll try to clear my mind
amel2 # 13. December 2008, 18:36
Nightfighter3x # 15. December 2008, 14:57
amel2 # 16. December 2008, 17:42
Nightfighter3x # 16. December 2008, 18:40