Friday, September 25, 2015

ARE WE STRANGERS AT ALL?

As you whisper my name
I go in those prohibited places of my soul
feeling sometimes guilty
because the first time we met
I really couldn't stand you.
Now in my dreams you come
not anymore an unpleasant presence
you feed that long time doubt
and memories gathering around
You tell me stories
and every time I dream about you
I feel something...
Are we strangers at all?

© Diana Mistera 25.09.2015



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