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| Nikon P90; F5.6; 1/60sec; ISO: 64; 5mm; WB: Cloudy |
Showing posts with label autumn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label autumn. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Time is Passing By...
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| Nikon P90; F8; 1/160sec; ISO: 64; 17mm; WB: Cloudy |
There's no light I can see
Colours are just shades of grey
And night is one with day
We'd only just begun
When dealt fate's cruellest blow
I wasted so much of our time
Pursuing glory, my crime
I dream of you still my darling
I feel your hand, in mine
I'll miss you always, my friend, my lover
My life will be just passing time
Bittersweet joy of memories
Your eyes, your smile, your kiss
Your love was my guiding light
Without you nothing feels right
I dream of you still, my darling
I taste your lips, on mine
I close my eyes, pretend you're here
And try to relive love again
I knew your love
You changed my life
You held my heart,
Right from the start,
You know you did...
You're here with me still, my darling
I feel your heart, in mine
The life that we'd planned is over,
But I'll never be alone
No, I'll never be alone
Colours are just shades of grey
And night is one with day
We'd only just begun
When dealt fate's cruellest blow
I wasted so much of our time
Pursuing glory, my crime
I dream of you still my darling
I feel your hand, in mine
I'll miss you always, my friend, my lover
My life will be just passing time
Bittersweet joy of memories
Your eyes, your smile, your kiss
Your love was my guiding light
Without you nothing feels right
I dream of you still, my darling
I taste your lips, on mine
I close my eyes, pretend you're here
And try to relive love again
I knew your love
You changed my life
You held my heart,
Right from the start,
You know you did...
You're here with me still, my darling
I feel your heart, in mine
The life that we'd planned is over,
But I'll never be alone
No, I'll never be alone
Ever Changing Nature
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| Nikon P90; F5; 1/50sec; ISO:64; 4.6mm; WB: Cloudy |
I folow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind of change
The world is closing in
Did you ever think
That we could be so close, like brothers
The future's in the air
I can feel it everywhere
Blowing with the wind of change
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change
Walking down the street
Distant memories
Are buried in the past forever
I folow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change
The wind of change
Blows straight into the face of time
Like a stormwind that will ring the freedom bell
For peace of mind
Let your balalaika sing
What my guitar wants to say
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind of change
The world is closing in
Did you ever think
That we could be so close, like brothers
The future's in the air
I can feel it everywhere
Blowing with the wind of change
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change
Walking down the street
Distant memories
Are buried in the past forever
I folow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change
The wind of change
Blows straight into the face of time
Like a stormwind that will ring the freedom bell
For peace of mind
Let your balalaika sing
What my guitar wants to say
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Meadows of Heaven
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| Nikon P90; F8; 1/160sec; ISO 64; 4.6mm; WB: Cloudy |
Whenever we are scared or tired of the world surrounding us, we are tempted to go back to the places where we've once felt safe and happy, the places we've kept close to our hearts, the places of our childhood.
I close my eyes
The lantern dies
The scent of awakening
Wild honey and dew
Childhood games
Woods and lakes
Streams of silver
Toys of olden days
Meadows of heaven
The flowers of wonder
And the hidden treasures
In the meadow of life
My acre of Heaven
A five-year-old winter heart
In a place called home
Sailing the waves of old
Meadows of heaven
Rocking chair without a dreamer
A wooden swing without laughter?
Sandbox without toy soldiers
Yuletide without the Flight
Dreambound for life
Flowers wither, treasures stay hidden
Until I see the first star of fall
I fall asleep
And see it all:
Mother's care
And colour of the kites
Meadows of heaven
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