"I was the bow and you, the fiddle
Till I touched, ran my fingers gently
On your taut strings
Your melting form
Sparked genesis of
A masterpiece in creation..."
Musedee
*
... torn strings of a broken...
Eva Pálházi
Rune
Be blessed when you walk with me hand in hand,
and be blessed when you go with someone else,
be blessed in your success on the win's day,
in your joys, in your falls, failures and mistakes,
in...
I tried to escape, you see, dear,
to bury and hide this feeling,
but your voice echoes above the lake's surface,
whispers stilly through the Autumn fog's dim dream,
your smile warms my face by the evening...