Flying to the Moon and back...
What have I found?
A silver light, impenetrable dark,
No certain breath,
No distant sound.
Indeed, I have a strength to fly away,
What’s then?
To make an effort to start everything again?
To live without my True love,
And constantly complain,
Or might I fly above,
But not in vain?
I know that someone says:
No ways of being wise
And I should break long-lasting ties.
Alas! But Love is not about wits,
It deals with heart, it is a precious gift.
A naive page with his one single rose,
His gentle soul, unable to cheat and pose.
…I also comprehend I have to make some difference
In all my thoughts and actions,
According to this unstable situation.
To be sometimes a stranger for saving our feelings
And to control my words, and to forgive thy dealings
For curing love to be alive,
To make it easier, to help it fly…
To the Moon and Back
© Copyright: Юлия Мин, 2020
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