Friday, December 03, 2010

MIDNIGHT THOUGHT

For many years I visited your dreams

feeling like fool

a stranger in your view

and in those trips I am lost forevermore.

I still can hear your call

and you know I am not a ghost at all

and when the voice fall apart

our shadows remain on the wall.
© Diana Mistera 2010

1 comment:

  1. wow great work dear your poem was short but yet very touching keep writing i am waiting to read more from you kisses and hugs

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