Come tuneful
and i'll re assemble my self
as your fresh music
My soul filled with pleasure and longing
and your beautiful picture
integrated in front of me
frogeting your oppression
and leaving all the torments of the night
Come.. Evanesce disappears
And my pulse and time in harmony
I'll gift you all the shores of my soul
and drawing stories about lovers
Come.. I'll become as waft
over the lips of the sun
Tarek
19/5/2009
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