""Nor When, Nor Where""

Many miles to see
how do you sleep.
Wither, sunny sea
should I own these wings
or torn to see you how deep.
His aural signal
is asking to me,
how many ways,
many ways to
love thee.
I'm going nor where
nor when
I'm falling nor where
nor when
Keep your eyes searching,
your head comes then.
You wont find where I'm crying
your head comes then.
You wish of running
I'm sure you wont be there.


2003* Ma.Brito