Just a poem...
Fragrant, the night was when
we loved and I want to
go back to the same place
and walk in the cold stream
barefooted. So that the Moon
shines on us once more and
your face becomes covered
with grace.
Around you, there are fragrant herbs,
and sweetness is in your face,
and, in my heart,
there is beauty
I have not seen so far.
And the wild flower in
my memories' wreath.
Poetry by Dejan
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Written on 2006-11-28 at 16:31
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A Wild Flower
Fragrant, the night was when
we loved and I want to
go back to the same place
and walk in the cold stream
barefooted. So that the Moon
shines on us once more and
your face becomes covered
with grace.
Around you, there are fragrant herbs,
and sweetness is in your face,
and, in my heart,
there is beauty
I have not seen so far.
And the wild flower in
my memories' wreath.
Poetry by Dejan
Read 490 times
Written on 2006-11-28 at 16:31
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