vineri, 14 martie 2014

MotherIn eternal nights, candles are extinguished/I m the mother through broken dreams/Air perennial vague shapes dress/ In your room, you hear how quit/you late moment, now and always, when I`ll find my crying?/An your icon here, I worship, looking down and stay awhile...

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