domingo, 11 de agosto de 2013

For you, my lost friend

A gentle breeze upon my shoulder,
Sight the poor cherish of the city
That I'am linked with, soft insight
Of my pointless eye of traveller

So I look at the dark sky gleam
In my lonesome search I have seen
The multitude of hidden vault 
Eternity among the mistful clouds

I'ts you, It's you, I just know!
Some sharp claws and blue eyes 
O eternity, how rude are your lies!

My lost friend, my devoted moon howl
As a cat you did much indeed
So a separation was a motion in need...

By: Bruno 

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