Friday, March 9, 2012

The night dies every morning
but she laughs at the day after all.
You must hide the sun from her,
I got through, but I'am still here.

I was looking for joy, your treasure,
you cried for me and I forgot you after all,
I did find nothing, but love
I got through, come and find me.

Minutes, hours, days, weeks
passing by but you have to wait.
If a door opens in the distance
got through, come and follow me!

J. Morrison

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