Banish the cent of smoke and the city. Let in the air of the crescent night And the smell of flowers in the moonlight Amazing the forest is.. in the dark If your not there with me then I dream of the day we will meet again In the quiet night.
I don't know why I wrote this I just felt like it I guess and I had nothing else to write.
b.l.Tiger · Sun Jun 19, 2005 @ 09:36pm · 0 Comments |