onto a long journey
and exhausted I fell
thinking all my dreams have died.
Suddenly I was lift up
when I couldn't neither crawl.
Your soft touch became stronger
and your voice whispered
”never give up on your dreams
they are your wings
spread them wide
against the fear,
you never know when illusions become
real”
I knew you were there
in some kind of shape
I needed to find and recognize you.
© Diana Mistera 6.8.2013
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