For You. Prism of Life. Enigma.

[tima]

I am hunted by the future
Will the future be my past?
Or is time a fade out picture
Of my everlasting cast?

Love is phasing
Love is moving
To the rhythm of your sight.
I get closer
To the crossing point of light.

Let us try to live our lost illusions
They’re the sun at night.
If we don’t we’ll never taste
The spice of life.

And when it seems that we’re in a dead end street
There’s no reason to cry
Cause we have a helping hand who’s always aside
Forever light.

Хороших тебе выходных.

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[vianta-beil.livejournal.com]

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