duminică, 5 august 2012
You were my home in another life.
We and our white horse have a farm and a large garden at the countryside.
Life seemed unmeasurable to me when I gave birth to our beautiful child.
I remember you standing near our white horse, smiling and confessing him how much you love me
I remember we dancing in a glade of poppies, when your hands gently placed in my hair flowers of lily.
Darling, did you up there sense their smell?
Darling, shall I break the vase where so much love matured in the morning?
Our white horse is old now, he seek for you in the afternoon
But I feel sometimes that you are in the arms of an angel...