the dream It's over
a word that sprang from the feeling
which had no owner
and born every day with the intent
to love and be loved without regret
was over the sound
their tender caresses
loving every smile and every beat
of a heart without a goodbye Parthia
winter was over
in that lonely soul
uncertain roads full of
and no reproach in his memory were
the girl was over insecure
which slept between illusions and doubts
where love and madness
name had great start
and his heart melted ice
silence was completed
in his silent soul
the sun rose in misty morning
and rain took every instant cold
only lukewarm revival that
in your smile ... a new dawn ...
Author: Arwen.
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