An opera play about love and loss
A peaceful night of music and magic
A heart teemed with inspiration
by the sunlight of yours
All flew away with no chance of turning back
What left is
A blue dream of yours without you
An illusion of your smile and your eyes
An echo of your cheerful voice
And the cold wind of the flutter of your wings
And now I'm lying in my bed,
DECAPITATED.
3 Mart 2011
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