Tuesday, 1 November 2011


As long as you're here
Everything is clear
None of them is real
Only you can heal

I wonder how would it be
If there is no melancholy
All of them...gone
Except that Sun

How come with that smile
My insides turn wild
It's not part of the plan
That you will be my Sun

Just like Shakespeare,
Going crazy over that fear
Fear of losing love
Letting it go like the dove


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