Sunday, June 17, 2007

And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
And silent replies that swirl invitation
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
A grim intimation of what is to be

There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night
And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
And silence that speaks so much louder that words,
Of promises broken

Sorrow ,Pink Floyd

1 comment:

MM said...

Nice... but why this state of mind? Something troubling you?
Cheer Up La NiNa, Life's still all rosy n sunny :)