4.21.2012

A little expectation



I dream of rain
I dream of place
I dream of we were there
I dream the love promises
I wake, with a prey in my  head
looking for the oportunity to catch you

I dream of writing a tale by a feather pen
And it must be happy ending
I wake, I found many mines in my bed
Waved on one’s hand

I dream of our spirit flying away
walking in a down town
I wake, And I knew
I just dream
It was like a dream
No one ever tortured me more than this


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