суббота, 27 октября 2007 г.

A cold summer night



Since they were ...
Eisiges silence filled the room ...
Hot summer night, but in their hearts was cool distance ...

They had nothing more to say ...
Ausdruckslosen their eyes said everything ...
Long was the gloss escaped ...
No spark from the once-burning fire was left ...

What remained was customary ...

Erstarrte love ...

(C) by B.D.

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