|Napisal/a Sinatra, v torek, 04. dec 07
|| (2 glasov)
The frame of the still life that is brought by the intentional dare,
immortalizes your subsistence; existing once not so long ago,
the ravishing texture of your opulent light coloured hair,
arouse the very same shades which used to overflow.
Goes the red colour on the soil so rich of brown,
the picture you once portraid lays on the high-ceiling wall,
nevertheless in my mind you go on-
seizing the season in a time capsule which has gone,
with your superior knowledge of the matters that truly count,
-the woman that I am part of
-the woman I cannot do withouth.
-in loving memory;
till the ends of time
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