I am the one last star
that keeps burning,
so brightly
till it fades into
the rising sun...
And if you see,
you'll see me shining
high above the sky...
I am the only one voice
in the cold wind,
that whispers...
And if you listen,
you'll hear me calling
across the sky...
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
The perfume of life is
like black and white,
like the time from living to dying,
like the measure from time to time.
Nature works on its own way BUT always through Accurate and True, infinite in both extremes.
"The world is not enough, but its a perfect place to start with"
Because when we generate love, Miracle will happen.
moment enchanted @23:39