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Of a sleeping sun

An angel for the dead times
To stroke my hair
Gone between hugs
Until the last breath
Life is never what we want
But as it presents itself
The shadow path
Of a sleeping sun
That changes the nightwish at every step
Immortality would be defined
If I didn’t lost you
One death to feel
In which time slowly
Condemns me to oblivion
Where there is only pain as company
Of the illusion that was created
By the touch that stroked my hair
One last time in the shade
Of a sleeping sun.

Of a sleeping sun

Prates

Lisbon, Portugal

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No words for this one.

Inspired by Nightwish’s Sleeping Sun. And I could say that it reminds me Frank Miller’s 300.

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