Friday, November 13, 2009

Lunaire : absinthe



I close my eyes,
Put my hand on my chest, and think back to those days.
Even supposing it's that morning on which i held back a secret tears.
Looking ahead, I spread my arms.
A bid farewell to the past even supposing it's the future with no where to go that hold more secret tears.

"for what to feels like forever now...."



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