segunda-feira, 19 de setembro de 2011

Hoping of dreaming


As the dark night falls in my soul,
my fading hope lays now on yourself.
It would take nothing more than soft words and your kind touch,
such thing could rise a sun brighter than itself,
in my wounded, perhaps diseased chest.
Hoping of dreaming and remember

1 comentário:

Anónimo disse...

Saudades...muitas saudades de ti...