Wednesday 4 February 2009

I see your picture

As an angel voice,
I heard it.
She see ...
Yes, He.

At a road
He is a good God
He will show you the way ...

By the end of the day
I see your picture,
I see the place where I was,
I see crowds of people.

By the end of the day
Empty glasses sound
I think the dream!

No, no, no ...

By the end of the day
I see your picture.
In an empty glass,
Orange,
To my belongings.

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