I still can see you, little boy,
trying desperately to save your garden.
I watch you running from side to side,
lost among your so expensive toys:
no beauty, no pleasure, no joy.
I still can see you,once again,
doing your best to get
your dreamland flowers back.
If not the flowers,
at least, their unique scent.
It is unbelievable:
It can´t be the end.
What about the spell?
The spell was broken,gardener,
but you can´t tell.
"Night queen,where are you?
Flamboyants, are you just pics on a wall?
My so sweet flowers are through,
my garden seems so small...
Botanic dreams, no magic at all.
Lady, oh, my sweet lady,
where are you now?"
I still can see you, boy,
but you have to leave your toys,
you just have to live for real,
leave this nightmare,after all...
Your Night Queen still waits,
she still keeps her faith,
she just waits by now,
to give you her flower,
and make you smile...www.deboradenadai.prosaeverso.net
Enviado por Débora Denadai em 02/08/2008
Reeditado em 05/08/2008
Código do texto: T1109545
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