Hitch your wagon to a star
Sometimes I'm wandering-eyed,
but never sleepy.
Sunlight of hope has always been sparkling on me,
but it couldn’t vanquish.
I always give to kind people,
to open the door of my soul,
where the mercy of blue waves are whispering
where the stars and swans make love.
Sometimes I am evergreen, sometimes a simple creature
And turn into a phantom, like a storm in the fall.
Added by Kozeta Zavalani on July 3, 2012 at 11:55pm — No Comments