Sunday, August 29, 2010

Summer is over

Just a few hours have passed since you're gone...
To me it seems like four seasons, a century, an eternity.
Every time I see you it feels like a first time.
The butterflies of a first sight, but also a veil of mystery which makes me confused for 99% of the time.
Where the summer's sun burns and among strangers in this world,
I can recognize the beatings of one heart and close to its sound
It's where I forget who I am and become who I want to be.
Under green trees, where I fall asleep...
Is where I have to go back tomorrow... and the day after... and the day after... again and again.

No comments:

Post a Comment