little dreams
The moonlit sky, the shimmering stars.
I can see my dreams, they are not so far.
Soft to the touch, pleasing to the eyes.
Gliding freely like kites in the sky.
But they have to descend
upon this mournful land,
to be true, like the lines on my hand.
The lines on my hand.
I can see my dreams, they are not so far.
Soft to the touch, pleasing to the eyes.
Gliding freely like kites in the sky.
But they have to descend
upon this mournful land,
to be true, like the lines on my hand.
The lines on my hand.
Comments