Saturday, March 13, 2010

Old poem found

Once upon a time...
There was a boy that always got himself into trouble.
Once upon a time...
That was a girl that always got herself into trouble.
One day they met and the mother of all troubles began.
He show her the sun and the tempest.
The mountains and the clouds.
The invisible horses and the burning wood.
They made love and went into riding.
But time, forces and witches kept them apart.
And time was the only thing they could not afford.
The wind whispered _is time.
Only left was the memories that no distance will never erase it.
All she could dream of it was about a boy that she once met and had engraved on her back.
She closed her eyes and thanked her engraver.
Once again they ran apart.
No promises only memories of a boy that she once knew.
Why heaven?

Love to all,


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