fimmtudagur, ágúst 05, 2010
Ljóð...
I feel like the tide
washing in, washing out
While what I really am is the star
The star that's sturdy in the sky
The star that sometimes seems to disappear
But when you look closer,
it's still there.
Helga
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I feel like the tide
washing in, washing out
While what I really am is the star
The star that's sturdy in the sky
The star that sometimes seems to disappear
But when you look closer,
it's still there.
Helga
