joi, 21 martie 2013


drops of spring draws wet ,
they're falling silently ,all to forget.
and branches are wet , and dark , and light ..
plays tune of spring tonight.
fresh wind blows all my toughts ,and
weak are burn , and weak are born..
drops of a new spring in my life
and it'll be gone , remaining only sights.

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