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...I let the autumn fall
Into the fragrance of the moon
Into the salty waves of silence
hidden in the deep shadow of my eyes
I let myself vanish
like a sound in a cracked church bell
just to forget it all
I let myself fall
onto the floor of the forgotten forest
a broken twig with golden seeds
to rise again
one day...
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...I let the autumn fall
Into the fragrance of the moon
Into the salty waves of silence
hidden in the deep shadow of my eyes
I let myself vanish
like a sound in a cracked church bell
just to forget it all
I let myself fall
onto the floor of the forgotten forest
a broken twig with golden seeds
to rise again
one day...
"In The Garden Of Nostalgia" books: LARGE size SMALL size eBook
"In The Garden Of Nostalgia" slideshows: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Nostalgia Migranta Facebook page
Nostalgia Migranta Music