The day passes and the prince walks
The sky remains over his head
The night passes and the prince talks
The sky brightens upon his head
The night takes him above the clouds
The day sends him back on ground
The sky won't be moved by shrouds
The prince can't make the lost found
"Or can he?"
Thy wish is for the prince and the sky
To find the azure state of high.
Thursday, October 07, 2010
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