When she danced with the breeze, she was fire. And if i touch her flame, she would recoil in shame.
When she danced on my palm, she were a butterfly, And if i ever open my eye, she can never again fly.
When she danced in my dream, she was an angel. And if i tried to make love, she'd never dance again.
1 comment:
Wow! You write so beautifully!I'm glad I came across your blog :)
(The archives are going to keep me occupied for a day at least. Perfect to while away a boring Monday afternoon)
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