lysander
12-19-2007, 12:57 PM
Memories-
They bloom in the daylight of the hours,
Like the freshness of a springtime flower,
The thoughts of days, they come and go,
With the breath of haze,the withered rose,
Burried within the sea of time,
And awaken with sentimental chmes-
Lysander
They bloom in the daylight of the hours,
Like the freshness of a springtime flower,
The thoughts of days, they come and go,
With the breath of haze,the withered rose,
Burried within the sea of time,
And awaken with sentimental chmes-
Lysander