Thursday, November 05, 2009


You are so beutiful
that looking at you is so painful.
there is no place for words
for this sublime misery.

Across the centuries you fly,
enchanting me with your smile,
and I am, but a mortal woman.

Time is dreadding me,
but you,
audacious angel,
you've putted your mark
upon my soul,
and nothing is left now than,
counting the lines on my face
admiring your perfectness
crying at my lameness.

© Diana Mistera 2009

Thanx to Purple Angel for this great draw. Her site is on the link of this blog.

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