to follow where you are, I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means...
love never dies a natural death.
it dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source.
it dies of blindness and errors
and betrayals.
it dies of illness and wounds
it dies of weariness,
of witherings,
of tarnishing...
song-Rose Royce:"wishing on a star"
1 comment:
this is so true
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