agonia francais v3 |
Agonia.Net | Règles | Mission | Contact | Inscris-toi | ||||
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
||
![]() |
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | |||||
Article Communautés Concours Essai Multimédia Personnelles Poèmes Presse Prose _QUOTE Scénario Spécial | ||||||
![]() |
|
|||||
![]() |
![]()
agonia ![]()
■ Au pied du grand chêne ![]()
Romanian Spell-Checker ![]() Contact |
- - -
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2006-07-18 | [Ce texte devrait être lu en english] |
It does not die, it's a metamorphose
It changes like the seasons do From the fire that consumes you To a warm flame burning in your heart To a candle keeping alive your love It will light one of many rooms inside Full of memories of days gone by They carved a landscape in blood and tears Alive with the sounds your soul can hear When it wanders around to remember the past Watches it changing, the love that once was The flower rising timidly out of the snow stretches in spring, opens, starts to grow In summer it blossoms with the kiss from the sun Until the cold fierce autumn storms come And tear all her fagile petals aay Strip her bare, she trembles and fades But the roots are strong, the seed is deep It will be back, your love is merely asleep Copyright Sydney Krivenko GISC. 2052924 2006
|
||||||||
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
|||
![]() | |||||||||
![]() |
La maison de la litérature | ![]() | |||||||
![]() |
La reproduction de tout text appartenant au portal sans notre permission est strictement interdite.
Copyright 1999-2003. Agonia.Net
E-mail | Politique de publication et confidetialité