Comeback my fallen star
because every dawn you get more lost
Bind me with your grace
enchant me
show me your brightness
stop getting lost in the emptyness.
Comeback my little sun
when the winter is gone
the snow too come undone.
© Diana Mistera 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Sunday, November 06, 2011
ILLUSIONS
You seemed in your stillness
to be as fragile as an empty shell.
I become accustomed
to the new limits
and limits define
everything once again.
We are illusions
of what is mortal,
The world is the illusion
of what could be.
The stage is an illusion
of what is real
all
is a big theatre
© Diana Mistera somewhere in 2005 from my first anthology WINGLESS
to be as fragile as an empty shell.
I become accustomed
to the new limits
and limits define
everything once again.
We are illusions
of what is mortal,
The world is the illusion
of what could be.
The stage is an illusion
of what is real
all
is a big theatre
© Diana Mistera somewhere in 2005 from my first anthology WINGLESS
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