Some time ago I heard her whisper me.
I ran for it,but it was just a chary
And yellow wind in sky-high head of tree.
A wind that I can never meet and marry...
My little love,my only hope for bliss,
I send the words of love,right straight to sky.
You watch the sky-you surely won't miss
Those circles of my words that fall and sink and die.
Whisper
© Copyright: Verdadero Barbudo, 2003
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