月曜日, 3月 06, 2006
If I were to paint my day, this is how it would look like.
A woman standing underneath a lone tree
Her eyes absently wandering against the sad tone of the sunset
A cold wind blows through her bare feet
But she doesn't care to notice the cold that crawls under her fragile skin
She holds on to the trunk as her tears fall down her rosy cheeks
Her sulken eyes, sad and longing
It's getting darker and the sun's rays are starting to fade
And yet she stand still
Her soul sad and longing....
A woman standing underneath a lone tree
Her eyes absently wandering against the sad tone of the sunset
A cold wind blows through her bare feet
But she doesn't care to notice the cold that crawls under her fragile skin
She holds on to the trunk as her tears fall down her rosy cheeks
Her sulken eyes, sad and longing
It's getting darker and the sun's rays are starting to fade
And yet she stand still
Her soul sad and longing....
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