Nov 8, 2012
Crows,Dust,Hearts and a hopeful meeting.
Messages.Sweet messages,eternal love promises hanging in your thin bones...But don't give up.
How many flowers must to bloom to reach out your peace?Warm hearts shining in ants' eye.Green grass dying as a butterfly,so sad.
Travellers who try to defeat time.Black crows smiling at dawn,singing as a choir of puppets.They know you,they know what is your desire.Just hold on a little more.They are coming.
And I miss you.