One day, I'll tell you all those words
That now I don't dare to mention,
They will be light like summer birds,
They'll put themselves into a question.
Someday, I'll tell you all I know
Of happy forests, endless summers,
Of how the sun can ban the snow
And how it shines in morning hours.
You'll hear it all, you'll know it all,
About those days and how I miss them,
And you just need to free your soul,
To look, and wait, and feel, and listen.
One Day
© Copyright: Celena Costello, 2002
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