The falling star
The roaring ocean
Smoothed all his pain
And covered his emotions
With blanket made of tales.
Up with the sun he woke
He took his brushes and paints
He had his canvass before him
He dreamed his dream again.
The blushing rose was waiting
For wandering friend, who long time ago
Met thorns on her body with petals
But sang sweet songs of his soul.
How hard is the way to forgiveness
How sweet is the song of love
Who will on this path be ready
To open again his heart.
So,
two stars
Will shine
on the sky.
Dream
© Copyright: Елена Шмураткина, 2007
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