Friday, February 3, 2012

A world that enchanted

A world that enchanted

A world that enchanted and elapse
With all the calm while life cuts,
The fortunate to dream; perceive dead
Not having a blessing of the life,
And I know that gets what he deserves,
So when you reopen the old door
Nor even fantasy still imports
The picture in loneliness, and weaves.
Sparks of illusion? They are mere moments
Where to believe in another way,
But when perceive myself more alone,
They are so many the variables that winds
The end is getting coming and what to do?
Only of my collect the debris...

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