Wednesday, 13 October 2010

When the night is bright
And the flow is gold,
The beloved is scarred
And the moon just glow.
Then I just surrender
From the right to grow,
That moment shared
Of just belong...
The kiss of perfection
That seemed to long.
And then...
Just take away my wings
And call me honey...
Just take away my right
And call me in the morning...

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