The Winter Within

by terça-feira, dezembro 26, 2017 0 comentário(s)

Once upon a while
A man walked through the door of time
And steped out at the other side

Like someone who hasn't a home
He tried to see a home through her eyes
Sadly, he was deceived by her beautiful and chaotic lines
So many details and perfect-imperfections
Many so, that he stood amazed

But the only thing that must be said about this story
It's that maybe not every end is happy

Despite his poor arranged words
One couldn't look far from the mots
Even if the meaning was within his eyes
He couldn't bring it out
To live the words by

Thus if faded
Like cold jazz
Out of dimes

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