Without her voice
I’m like a pirate in the desert
Dreaming of the sea
Without her eyes
I’m like the devil
Wishing for a celestial dream
Without her touch
I'm a wale drowning in chaos
With no song to sing
Without her kiss
I’m a peasant in rags
That used to be a king
Thursday, June 11, 2009
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Me ha gustado el poema y la composición con la imagen. Precioso, Dash.
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