Can you tell me why,
The moon is so bright?
Sometimes I want to cry,
Because of day and night.
At night I feel so good,
As nobody knows.
At day - have dreadful mood.
Life died for me, as rose.
I like when sky is grey
And moon is white as snow.
I wait for that all day,
As night the best – I know.
Day and Night
© Copyright: Катариос Килиомас, 2007
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"The Moon, not a planet"
When the Moon was a star, not a planet
I was born to my past life on Earth.
Rising high, sometimes blurred, sometimes banded,
She's my imagination of birth.
Exclusively for you ;-)
Алексей Костромин 26.03.2007 19:26 • Заявить о нарушении
When the Moon was a star, not a planet
I was born to my past life on Earth.
Rising high, sometimes blurred, sometimes banded,
She's my imagination of birth.
Exclusively for you ;-)
Алексей Костромин 26.03.2007 19:26 • Заявить о нарушении
Thank you much.
It's wonderful!
I'm fond of exclusively art ;)
Катариос Килиомас 27.03.2007 10:56 Заявить о нарушении
It's wonderful!
I'm fond of exclusively art ;)
Катариос Килиомас 27.03.2007 10:56 Заявить о нарушении