Mirror on the Moon

There is a dream I still hold true
Though it remains unspoken
Maybe in time i’ll be with you
Before this heart breaks open,

Once you were a little bird
In youthful days flew free,
Before life took away a third
Bringing you the gift of me

On this earth, covered by miles
Repeating steps from memory
Passing by with crocked smiles
But only wishing to break free

A walk beyond the city’s lights
Dark sky, a moon the world can see
When you look up during the nights
Realize your presence here with me.

March 7, 2012
3:22 am


Author: © Алёна Комарова (Alëna S.)

Stories grow old and maybe they're true. You have a story as well as I do. Some may be simple and some may change lives. So why don't you look and see what you'll find. These are the stories inside my mind. Which may be realities of beauty and time. Some maybe stories of other lives. Mysteries painted, not all disguised. Please rate and enjoy my own little blog. Keep your dreams alive and don't forget to look. Honesty's good but don't be too hard of a critic. Say what you'd like 'cause I sure would love to hear it! E S T A B L I S H E D • 2 0 0 9

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