Monday, February 2, 2009




I watched the sun as it rises and sets
I watched the moon trace its arc with no regret
My jacket 'round your shoulders, the falling leaves
The wet grass on our backs as the autumn breeze drifts through the trees...

2 comments:

sscarlet said...

superba melodia :D

andrei cavassi said...

merci.da,la fel de interesanta ca si varianta din 50