Monday, April 23, 2007

May I kiss you wound?Maybe that will heal my soul.
Free me from this tomb, light my darkness, make me whole!
Let me take your hand, and together we shall fly to a lonely place,
where as "lovers" we can die.
In an land ... so dark ... of seven moons ... eternal night,
with a sky of thousand stars, yet, for us there is no light...
- there waits no light.

2 Comments:

Blogger پ said...

First line is the best, and also is enough.

April 23, 2007 10:58 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You write very well.

November 10, 2008 9:47 PM  

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