29 febrero 2012

|.from yesterday.\

.I hear the echo of yesterday,
... hidding into the blowing wind,
 curled up into the raindrops...,
 hidding within the last breath of the fallen leaves
-that refuse to die just yet-
and begging me to let him sleep into
the corner of my wistful heart.

.photo.by: Βethan | BY-NC-ND

1 comentario:

  1. el pasado siempre se queda en una esquina empolvandose un poco, pero siempre estará ahí...