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Sometimes
Sometimes digging in my memory,
I see the time run fast and my child face,
all my dreams are under a plant of strawberry
as in the morning when you would like still to laze.
Sometimes I shaked in my life,
all my equal days
and I want to look for another ways.
Sometimes I look on my mirror,
and those i see are cups of coffee
their fumes sweets climb up as my hopes
and only the silence remained to see my fears.
I see the time run fast and my child face,
all my dreams are under a plant of strawberry
as in the morning when you would like still to laze.
Sometimes I shaked in my life,
all my equal days
and I want to look for another ways.
Sometimes I look on my mirror,
and those i see are cups of coffee
their fumes sweets climb up as my hopes
and only the silence remained to see my fears.
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3 commenti:
andrea belcastro il 25/11/2011 10:31My hopes climb up like sweets fumes
Arianna Bianchi il 16/11/2011 00:40Strano il confronto tra i "fumes sweets" e le "hopes"... però mi piace!!!- Anonimo il 11/07/2011 22:34Bucolica... intrisa di profumi e colori e ben scritta... Bella...
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