onsdag 2. mai 2012

Dikt fra Tony Alvesang

Her laughter is the music being played in the street's of Rolia, 
her smile bears the light of the rising sun and 
her eyes brings the warmth and comfort of the kindest angle, 
her beauty is of such grand specter that 
even the god's them self are jealous of her magnificence  

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