Thursday, August 21, 2014


Last four days to swim.
Last three days to love.

Two days to release dove.
Until the final resurrection will come.
Until I will lie down.
And I will stare at star.
One bright.
One far.
Where is yours, my Love?
I will try to fly.
Above you.
Like star,
which falls down and down.
So you will have something to look at,
when one day I will be gone.
In that moment,
I hope you won´t feel alone.
I would,
but that´s fine.
Because I will be just a Star.
Orb of fire
without feelings,
just pure -
- Light.
With only one task to complete:
your night to make bright.

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