Wednesday, February 13, 2008

The Smoke




In my dream smoke followed me

As on fire the whole world had been

To the yard I walked in

Up the frontstep and opened the door

Cranes flew over to the North

As I walked on dry

And passed through a grove

Yellow with flowers

They had been expecting me

They said so and I believed

In my dream smoke came to me

And we became as oneI am smoke

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

rrR, btw, όταν βάζεις στίχους βάζε από κάτω και το τραγούδι από το imeem γιατί αλλιώς δεν πρόκειται να κάτσει κανείς να τους διαβάσει... Χαχα