Whispers of the windy heart

Dedicatedly, siletnly...

You know, I saw you today.

You were standing surrounded by the fog on some abandoned road,

You were standing there nothing lost.

But that wasn't the fog your eyes knew,

That was the fog only my dreams and my heart knew.

Nobody else.

You were standing there smiling with that familiar, adorable smile

How you smile at me each time you see me,

And your eyes shined so bright just like that beautiful moon

Which was peeking behind the clouds of the fog.

The wind was wearing the cloak of the winter and some snowflakes

Which were playing with your hair,

With your brown hair blowing at me the wish

To change the role with these harmless snowflakes.

You were quiet through the same smile

While the fog danced around you with always faster pace.

Some free twilight dappled with couple of stars

Which were with the full force sailing through the sky, I'd say it has been.

A melody of the silence forced even the wind to start singing.

And I, I was imbibing your smile and your eyes

With the sponge in my chest.

Covered with long, white dress I was approaching the place

Where you stood.

Your smile always got bigger, more wondrous, more beautiful...

It was a weird dream, wasn't it?

Well, weird enough that the tears get to be its sequel.

People usually wake up from their dreams by opening their eyes,

But how I'm supposed to wake up from the dream I dreamt with my opened eyes?

I was always a special case,

Especially when it's about love.

That's why you entered my heart.

I know I'll try to convince myself

That your ignoring is a sign that there is something similar going on in your heart too,

I know I'll try to console myself with that look of yours in which secretly is hidden someone else.

How possible is this dreaming, anyway?

I wonder if anyone could ever measure kilometers in the heart of a dreamer?

You know, all of that is connected.

The armor of the dreams is called hope,

The armor of the heart is called love,

And the pain is somewhere in the depth,

There where it's the darkest and hard to reach.

That's why in that order everything performs on the stage of life:

First we knock the on the armor of love,

Then on hope and dreams.

But only in the end we knock on dreams,

Because that's everything that stays in the end, dreams...

It depends how deep we cut,

How deep we love.

That's why some people say

That they "love until it hurts."

So please don't ask me about my feelings

Because I can never tell you that I love you dedicatedly, silently...

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A/N:

Hello! :D

The first poem :D

I know that the poem might have lost its aroma since it's originally written on another language and I translated it in English. But I hope that you can still feel it.

So what you think? :)

Until next time

xoxo

-L