In the sky
My feet slide
On the cloud
Nearby.
In the sky
My hair twists
Into curls
So cloud-like.
In the sky
My hands reach
Coin-like moon
To be traded.
In the sky
Leaves are flying
Right before
Final fall.
In the sky,
No one waits...
Just on earth,
Lasting hope.
duminică, 4 octombrie 2009
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