tremble on the curtains,
strings of her hair
still lie on my bed,
A kiss still lingers here,
between my mouth and my sanity.
Ophelia, de John William Waterhouse
sexta-feira, 29 de julho de 2011
Ghost
Echoes of her voice
tremble on the curtains,
strings of her hair
still lie on my bed,
A kiss still lingers here,
between my mouth and my sanity.
tremble on the curtains,
strings of her hair
still lie on my bed,
A kiss still lingers here,
between my mouth and my sanity.
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