Monday, August 06, 2012

LOST AND GONE

I'm moving in circles
and mark my wounds
in a golden and lonely afternoon
dreaming to reach my beloved moon
knowing this desire
belong to the fool.

I wasted my time chasing my illusions
and buried my heart with disillusion
a grave made of marble
in a temple beyond recall
when all my tears were so long gone.

© Diana Mistera 6.8.2012
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