Field of dreams

Member since 2002 · Posted 11 Jul 2002 · Edited 16 Jul 2002 · 3 comments

Just close your eyes, we're drowning The field of warm dreams, drifting If, if I could I know I would From myself let her go Lonesome as a leaf to fly In other's cold sighs sky If, if I could I know I would From myself let her go Maybe right now there's In someone's mind Only hunger Her days are Ink with no colour Of hope Wild are the eyes of wish Like desert thirst She knows She's stealing the last drop from lips That are blowing into sails of love She is My desert thirst She may Be stealing the last drop from lips That are blowing into sails of love And only sleep, sleep, sleep So lonely like a star The fields of dreams, warm and far If, if it could you know it would From you vanish everything

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[1] deleted user 15-Jul-02/9:07 AM Reply

Paasionate, ee cummings-like, but I HATE when thirst is misspelled.

[n/a] smilja_trenu... 16-Jul-02/8:36 AM Reply

sorry, this was a copy-paste action this time, I didn't take the time to recheck it, I don't know why this mistake occured, but there you go, it's fixed now :-)

[n/a] waltfreakinwhitman 16-Jul-02/8:37 AM Reply

I hate when 'passionate' is misspelled