Tuesday, 7 December 2010

dream catcher

It's your lovely black that covered me with light

Never imagine I would meet you here, barefoot and plain without make-up

The sweet smell surrounded us from everywhere, and it would linger forever in my heart

Someday pure white will erase these all and let us wonder

But you and I know

It would always yours to be mine and mine to be yours until time could no longer leave traces in our heart

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