There is a picture in my memory
with which I struggle
but only when the light fall into place.
There is an hope in my heart
with which I struggle
but only at sunset.
Like a spirit I'm floating in the edge
but it happen only in my head.
Behind those invisible barricades I stand
trying to turn back the time
but, I'm only loosing the line.
© Diana Mistera 7.9.2012
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