μικρές περιπλανήσεις (αγγλιστί - Τα μπαλόνια της ώρας 3)

took a string from your heart and made a flower on the wall,
took some blood drops from your vains and offered them
sacrifice to time...
tears dried on the glass, fears died while time
passed...
the ride is far it never ends until a hand reaches out
for you, and there is a friend...
today I discovered you, today I embrassed you with the
petals of my heart with the wings of my mind, I am
grateful

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eyes of the blinded... more like a promish for a
miracle... behold... nothing left to see but yet the
spark is here....

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I'm missing a word, a word that would cover it all...
I'm missing a moment, a moment that bears a tiny spark...
I'm missing an echo, of years that passed, and left
shadowed momentos the moment they last.
I'm missing a prayer, for those yet unborn, and those
that have left us to face the unknown...

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try not to remember, said the summer to the autumn
cloud, or you will be mislead by false impressions...
cover not, said the autumn to the winter wind, or you
will forget forever how to be you... let time fulfill
your path, let your path fulfill your life, let your
skin be there to fit on you...
and the wind blew a happy swirl and swept the golden
leaves in happy dancing paths...

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