The graves are cold.
The air is lingering with your presence.
Fallen leaves're whispering under my feets.
The wind in blowing me kisses from you.
I'm falling into forever.
I'm dying for you,
spending eternity without you.
undying romantic
© Copyright: Ирина Дрим, 2009
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