Today I saw some little lights
Little lights in dust of nights
In a room full of smoke
..they broke..
..me..
They sailed through the room to me
So clearly and exactly
Turned my stare to stone
A whispering moan
Two lights..
..so alone..
Short contact between creatures
Wounded and bounded by these lights
Became the biggest pressent of the day
Day of lonely nights
'Cause it's hard when we look at different stars..
People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.Believe in a heaven, believe in the night,believe there's a path to follow, believe in the light...just believe in angels...I want to believe... It can't rain all the time (~CROW~MAD~GIRL~) Zoznam autorových rubrík: Básne, Days of War, Nights of Love, Súkromné, Nezaradené
