Friday, 2 April 2010

The Saga Of A Fatally Wounded Lover Part 1

Whiter than the evening cloud
She eyes love’s deathbed
Sooner or later she’ll wear the shroud
Where he once lay, an empty bed

Free as a bird his spirit soars
Above the clouds so high
Looks down upon her as she cries
His body turned to smoke and fire

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