16 Mayıs 2014 Cuma

Last Passengers in Port

Should I use all the words of a language you know I can not describe . You've been inaccessible to touch, feel and wanting you to live to the fullest , was a resounding our share of loneliness . I postponed my share everything , but there was something I could not postpone , looked like you. The water though , when I touched were broken . Undeteriorated "something" religion ... to a destination that would be the end , though , without end "something" religion .


If you were asleep, I'd wake up to see a dream , my dream will not awaken me "something" ... I through the eyes of religion , from the confluence of three rivers kiss desem, rivers comes to mind . Think of a 're coming down from the mountains and two people in the world are telling her songs have stayed . It is a "thing" since I'm getting tired of you ... think of you I say , would be the world's biggest lie . I do not lie . Today and tomorrow, but I do not know what is left invariant river bed just like you 're staying .


Always reminds me of myself "thing" you sin . 're Away , you're close , but not today as tomorrow being missed "something" you sin . The darkest spot of the night , even a tiny light that still want you. Today, a little dying every death , I 'm coming back to life again as she thinks . Not a season like poppies , four climate, every nook and cranny ...


Who may say what you do not intend to return . Im alone in the middle of a city say you love me shouting , screaming . Even though he lived with one of my love love love you this . My branches would be lost without you I'm all alone , like a tree , even in the midst of the crowd . Most residents of a stormy sea ports as well as a "thing" you sin .


He only passenger in the harbor I ...

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