Saturday, June 14, 2008

I Cry

From your side,
i see my image,
through the door,,
i get my answer.

Your eyes,
reflected my wrong,
your eyes,
sinked my right.

Walking on the highway,
sand fly by,
walking on the highway,
i cry.

Listening, asking, speaking,
sounds around my ears,
i need faith,
to get through what i did.

By your side,
feels quiet,
live in your hugs,
live in your world.

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