viernes, 20 de abril de 2012

A Splintered Labyrinth I

I have dreamt you. I dreamt that I was sleeping and you woke me up. With half-opened eyes, I've seen your green and yellow lights at the darkest hour. Thorough the window (or a looking glass?), I couldn't believe my eyes. I saw your flashing face overshading the watchful past. It was trembling. It was dreamt-sight love.



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