A love that is lost
leave the place from another to be found
There are tears
There are fears
There is longing
There is the memory
There is struggle and again fear.
Do you want to stay in this prison forever
locked in this fortress you've build around yourself,
imprisoned?
Self destruction I must say, this too is a choice.
Life is just but a dream within a dream
running in fast forward mode,
out of our hands in a blink of an eye.
Now, stop and...
imagine me, imagine you
fractions of the eternity.
Imagine you, imagine me
leaves carried around by the wind.
Imagine me, imagine us
butterflies flying from flower to flower
Imagine us...
Landing in the most beautiful one, to die.
© Diana Mistera 25.06.2022
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