Monday, December 22, 2003

I watched the rambling moonlight from behind the clouds.
I whispered your name to the wind, and I shivered,
suddenly struck by cold.
You'll never know.
I heard the icy silence of the winter night.
I wished that you were here with me, and I sighed,
hopelessly hurt by dreams
You'll never care.

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