Magiccraft
They might be tunnels I suppose
They echo thoughts like wizard’s spells
I fear feelings they expose
They might be sins they might be errors
They might be deeply hidden love
They might be swords or golden arrows
Which disappeared leaving no trace above
I stay with all my mighty words on rocks which look
like sandy hills and sizzling mobs
like birds of prey absorb my Soul,
my Love, my Will.
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Best wishes,
Энн Сьюард 06.06.2003 19:57 Заявить о нарушении
Thanks a lot.
Best wishes
Валео Лученко 09.06.2003 11:33 Заявить о нарушении