Dancing bears,Painted wings,
Things I almost remember,
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December.
Someone holds me safe and warm.
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory...
Far away, long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart
Used to know,
Once upon a December
Someone holds me safe and warm.
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory...
Far away, long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart
Used to know,
Things it yearns to remember...
And a song
Someone sings
Once upon a December
Things I almost remember,
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December.
Someone holds me safe and warm.
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory...
Far away, long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart
Used to know,
Once upon a December
Someone holds me safe and warm.
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory...
Far away, long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart
Used to know,
Things it yearns to remember...
And a song
Someone sings
Once upon a December
posted by Jenny @ 15:31
6 Comments:
her bli d liv!
(^.^)
Eller det blir vel ikke det siden de er døde..
Du er ikke den eneste med en dårlig dag, for å si det mildt..
dålie daga e som fotsopp, dæmm går ikke vækk før du prøve å fjern deinj... takktakk.. æ veit..
glimrende metafor (egentli ein analogi, men de orde sjer så analt ut)
Ô_Ø
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