Wednesday, April 1, 2009

preta

Only a few words to you
Could I ever speak
The taste of the grain of your voice
A ghost
Miles away

Softly I'd dream of you
Would you come to mind
A touch of the feel of your hand
A ghost
Ages away

Sometime I'll write for you
Everything I felt
A look from your eyes to mine
A ghost
Long passed away

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