The night

by Angelica De La Paz   May 21, 2008


I remember the time when the winter became spring...

everything was nice and the birds at night sing,

the dead things became alive

and our love had no where to hide

that night our love met,

I hope that you just dont ever forget,

the night winter became spring....

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