Friday, October 9, 2009

Broken dreams, falling stars, just life...


Once as a child I asked a falling star
for a good fortune on life,
I didn't expect years lonelyness,
not a war for money,
not a lost love, 
not tears which were so hard
that they crashed like crystals dropping on floor,
Just when I believed I failed,
raised wintry full moon,
lightening thousands and thousands of stars,
and when I saw one falling star,
I wished for nothing,
I knew I got a fortune long ago,
without that
I wouldn't even understand
the beauty of the stars on the sky.

Broken Dreams

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