When the pale morninglight
Arises, and slowly touches
The last glimpse of the moon
When the sun, barely awakened
Reveals its beams of heat
Trying to warm the earth
Then let it
Go beyond the surface
Deeper than your skin
Let it in..
Auteur: Mysticelfje | ||
Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 20 april 2005 | ||
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