Walking away

The hope of his love is making me beautiful,
He is the hero of my dreams,
I am the last one of the nation of seers.
He does exist in the world of my thoughts.
I am dreaming of him. I'm making notes…
He is walking away
Among looking the same
People’s coats…


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he is Your hero, he is my hero.. but really he is nobody.

Юленька Пашкевич   04.04.2006 12:23     Заявить о нарушении
Really? Well, really he does not even exist...

Татьяна Пименова Поэтесса82   05.04.2006 16:08   Заявить о нарушении
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