In the silence of the nightfall
Make your way between your white deaths
Uncovering the colors that you’re made of
Whether your fake bird inspires
Silver woods to break in choirs
Or whether it sleeps
You’re still walking in the night.
Icy lake before your eyes grows
Beautiful her eyes of shadow
Correcting your delay.
Her hands holding your fake answer
Touch her skin and then you enter
The realm of your today.
released September 30, 2012
music: cristian ciceu, cristina moraru
photo by andrei bodea
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