9.27.2008

There Is An End


Words disappear,
Words weren't so clear,
Only echos passing through the night.

The lines on my face,
Your fingers once traced,
Fading reflection of what was.

Thoughts re-arrange,
Familar now strange,
All my skin is drifting on the wind.

Spring brings the rain,
With winter comes pain,
Every season has an end.

I try to see through the disguise,
But the clouds were there,
Blocking out the sun (the sun).

Thoughts re-arrange,
Familar now strange,
All my skin is drifting on the wind.

Spring brings the rain,
With winter comes pain,
Every season has an end.

There's an end,
There's an end,
There's an end,
There's an end,
There's an end.


The Greenhornes.

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Foto: Saladillo, cortesía de Ayelita Moreno.


5 comentarios:

gayelen dijo...

gracias, muchas gracias a todos por el instante captado... por mi!! jajaja...


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[ D a n i e l a ] dijo...

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(?)

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