The song is new so are issues
When closeness is erased by distance
I feel sitting in one of these '80 windows' across the street
Blaming panta rhei or the definition of a degree?
Organs vs 'I love you forevers' are monday morning climaxes
The stream is changing as leafs fall to the autumn grounds
I find inspiration within voices of Mancunia
Dad is here but I reckon I breathe through melancholia.
'And here she was' like a disapointment
full of tears even in Sun's dashing moment
I will remember these death
'I will despair to forget' for epitaph.
O.O.W
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thx Boet, NS and Wl
11-14-2011
11.35
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem