Tuesday, September 14, 2004
Please love,
when this
becomes a
memory.
And daylight
seems to
fade -
remember
how it
used to be.

When I
was beautiful
and you
were free.

Remember
liquid skies;
freshly
trampled grass.

And when
your hope
flutters by -
embrace life
for it
will pass.
 
This template is called "shattered pieces of my soul", a modification of "The Light : The Sound". (c) 2005 Daniel Josph Xhan. Use and modify at your own discretion.