Tuesday, August 06, 2013

DREAMS ARE THE FALLEN ANGELS' WINGS

I have been dashed

onto a long journey

and exhausted I fell

thinking all my dreams have died.

Suddenly I was lift up

when I couldn't neither crawl.

Your soft touch became stronger

and your voice whispered

”never give up on your dreams

they are your wings

spread them wide

against the fear,

you never know when illusions become real”

I knew you were there

in some kind of shape

I needed to find and recognize you.


© Diana Mistera 6.8.2013
 











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