The clouds of the night are wan
Along the face of the moon
But what can be possibly hidden with the dawn?
What can we hope it to bring to us?
A flower of love and trust
Like the one we bloomed with our little hands once
Light of the starts, desert
Them and shine in my heart where I am hurt
No matter how the sky may be vast
I will promise you this thing
I will become a wing
And fly... grasping eternity
***
We grew like a rose
Surrounded by the light...
But what does it hide, that fate we chose?
What will come out of the water we drank?
It has now turned into tears...
Drops in the sea where memories sank
The dream we once had
Now turned to a flower of love
No matter how that memory is sad
I will promise you a room
Where love can bloom
In my heart... to the end of the sky
***
If you were to reach the skyline
Then, I will become your strong wings
And no matter how deep is that pain of mine
I will brighten for you a sky
Where you can freely fly
Like the petals of our rose of love...
(Iris and Alex love theme)
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Calling the Blue
PoetryThis a very small collection of poems written for my story "Journey to the Edge of the World", and I would like to dedicate it to the readers who went through this journey and gave the book a chance even if they were few in numbers. I hope people wh...
