Dawning too long to break
waited for nite to fall, new day born
form the saddy yesterday
Morning clock jump,
to the foggy moment
when time running for us,
the call for word disappear
Day, could be too long for the moment we share
every time we met in air
every breath we take
path that we cross
to the deepest valley
Day, could be grieved for the old memory
. . . when its come to you..
14.02.2002
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