The Breeze
Every time I feel a Breeze
I feel a kiss
from an unknown soul
from my Layli
When the autumn Breeze rides rides through my hair
I feel a touch
from my Layli
I must follow the Breeze and find her
I must run
I must shed tears and let them guide me
I must find her
The Journey may be long
But I will find her
Let the storm come
Let the sun burn heavily on my skin
Let enemies strike
Through this peril
I will go to find her
And when I do every treasure of mine will be hers
I will find her
with the gentle Breeze
Saturday, February 9, 2008
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