quinta-feira, 16 de abril de 2009

Rebirth

Thank you.
Guardian angel, soul mate,
you’re the star that shines
in my never-ending sad sky.

I am blue.
Your words are my fate,
you write all the right lines
that fil me up and get me by.

I grew.
Your light hasn’t come too late;
through words and thoughts and signs
you repaired my wings: now, I can fly.

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