Thursday, March 17, 2011

Catadioptric Scope Not A Good Choice

The River Flows Frozen.

Like leaves frozen 're falling to the ground, so cold and sterile. The sun's rays do not give more heat, our hearts so cold. again through this field of withered flowers, the hidden beauty gone forever ... the river is frozen yet.

So the time has come where the dim light of the moon my heart ... I can not stand this pain . The chain is broken and it is tearing my scars: I want to feel that flame, yet .

The splendor beyond the frozen river reminds me of your eyes. The glimmer of hope still in my heart ... dreams will come true under the ice?


Note: I'm not pathetic, so no note.

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