One day I wanted to take out
A star and floating on a cloud
To see the Earth, to touch the sky.
It is my dream. Why not to try?
I chose the cloud and put my root
According to my thoughts and mood,
And now I’m going through the mist
Where it is heavy to exist.
The fog is brother of my life,
I can not catch sight of a hive,
But it’s a pity to be blind
In some unknown dismal site.
With time the mist will disappear,
I’ll lose my overstated fear
And maybe I will get my star,
But now it is still too far…
To take my dream I must, I know
To pass through everything below:
Hypocrisy and kindliness,
Good luck and unexpected mess…
We have to put up with our fates
To come into the Golden Gates.
18.01.09
Floating on a cloud
© Copyright: Любовь Кострова, 2010
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