The Old House

16 février 2008 12:00
 

I'm standing alone in the old house

Damaged walls like dreams covered with dust

Wishes and promises – evidence of the past

When I open every door of the old house


Everything is oh so still and motionless

But so alive when... unless... unless

Imagination and fading memories

All the things I can no more see


Old dead trees all around

The wooden souls – keepers of the forgotten heavenly cries

Never again will I hear the laugh of the children

In this cold and empty place... only I die

Humeur: Calme

2 commentaires à cet article.

MC8wMDAvMTA0LzAwMDAx~milady write | 16/02/2008

chouette, mon anglais est pas rouillé, ça aurait été dommage...Face-wink

MC8wMDAvMDg4LzAwMDAw~Lord Sébastyén | 17/02/2008

En effet, ça l'aurait été ... ^^

Merci Face-smile