Have long waited for this
Trapped the night, quiet string.
War, no war authority
you know, thus eventually;
Both of you,
And that I think is a dream.
When you become my all,
On who is my anchor!
No!
For you,
I,
Same awaits, just a dream.
To rara,
I must pass,
While in the roar.
No Power
masud efendi, Selasa, 17 Februari 2009
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