**** Best freind.. forever... N.Yankies.. for Gundogdu Hikmet ♥ The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the landPlumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers. But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking Hes haunted by the memory of a lost paradiseIn his youth or a dream, he cant be precise Hes chained forever to a world thats departedIts not enough, its not enough His blood has frozen & curdled with fright His knees have trembled & given way in the night His hand has weakened at the moment of truth His step has faltered One world, one soul. Time pass, the river rollAnd he talks to the river of lost love and dedication And silent replies that swirl invitationFlow dark and troubled to an oily seaA grim intimation of what is to beTheres an unceasing wind that blows though this nightAnd theres dust in my eyes, that blinds my sightAnd silence that speaks so much louder than words,Of promises broken...
Posted on: Sat, 03 Jan 2015 17:59:42 +0000
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