agonia francais v3 |
Agonia.Net | Règles | Mission | Contact | Inscris-toi | ||||
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
||
![]() |
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | |||||
Article Communautés Concours Essai Multimédia Personnelles Poèmes Presse Prose _QUOTE Scénario Spécial | ||||||
![]() |
|
|||||
![]() |
![]()
agonia ![]()
■ Petite valse gitane ![]()
Romanian Spell-Checker ![]() Contact |
- - -
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2009-11-18 | [Ce texte devrait être lu en english] |
On the edge
i fall nothing stands between the last drop of rain and the first kiss on a winter day yet you left hands in your pockets a trace of your steps it’s snowing like the first time i touched the winter with the childish hands i’m falling your hands can’t reach me i nearly lost myself between the edges sharp and deep into my flesh i'm afraid this snow will cover my soul in the middle of darkness my soul has many colours and shadows you can’t paint this pastel anymore your shape is changing i write about you in this mysterious way cause you are shadow, you are wind you are rain but never snow winter comes for dreamy people you never dreamt this edges lost into my skin.
|
||||||||
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
|||
![]() | |||||||||
![]() |
La maison de la litérature | ![]() | |||||||
![]() |
La reproduction de tout text appartenant au portal sans notre permission est strictement interdite.
Copyright 1999-2003. Agonia.Net
E-mail | Politique de publication et confidetialité