Adada Adada ! he’s doing s’thing to me
Adada Adada! he’s killing me like knife
He comes in my dream, he asks for my sleep
He comes to my front, he asks for my life
Whenever we walk together,
Our hearts wants to lengthen the path
Whenever he appears like rainbow
My black & white sight becomes color show
My garden flowers, are turning their heads to him
My doorsteps are asking to see his footpaths
The passing clouds in the sky, is as if he flies
I admire the way he walks like a flying butterfly
His actions one by one
Where my love freezes
Everyday my collection
Is the sign of my memories
Friday, September 18, 2009
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Very Nice!
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