Einhorn

Like every other story teller, I just fail to ignore the call of untold stories, so I narrate...

Sunday, May 15, 2005

and now...

I could die for what you left here
I could fly to where you always dreamt of
I could try to leave all these memories
I could cry all the years which passed by
I could deny the living, growing affection between us
but I could not tame my whirling heart

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