Wednesday, April 14, 2010

MADRIGAL OF MADNESS



There are eyes wandering
To find a day with you
To fly astray.
There are eyes
Wandering
On a date
That flies.
There are eyes changing colors
With the mist.
There are eyes
Wandering
In the mirror
Of your eyes
And lost days
Of lost dates
In vagueness.
We just wanted to release us
In the genuine of us
With the dates to set for destiny.
No false remains in words and gaze

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