Poezie - 2007

~by Estriel~

"The only real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes." ~ Marcel Proust

You were a miracle
A blaze of light through darkness' reign
Your fingers' dance – sweet velvet on my skin
To live alone means live in vain
I lost my soul, lost it within
Your smile
A thousand stars held in our hands
For just a while
I thought
this was a story without ends
But it was gone before the dawn

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