miércoles, 19 de septiembre de 2012

I can not shake this feeling.
Death and black dew away
Leaves made ​​ash, rotten dreams
In a dark, perverse night.

What about heaven?
It just fell.

White roses, fall!
You insult our gods,
Fall, white ghosts,
Your burning sky.
Falling remains of forgotten love
Sweets and songs of those reports.

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