Friday, June 24, 2011

Day is boring, nigth is my darling




Gambling relentlessly for thou love,
flying free resemble the white dove,
with the price of infinite pain,
I'll stand ready in an open lane,

sometimes I deemed myself foolish,
ignorant of the reality I'm appeased,
by chance of fortune I'm alive,
thou are the source of revive.

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