30 mag 2015

Foreign sky.

My Sun brights up all the sky
even if the evening's coming;
my Sun can warm the icy soil
so I can walk on my path.

My Sun wants me high to fly
even if I still wear wax wings;
My Light is something I can't avoid,
He shines in me - constantly.

My Sun is peace,
for Love I stay,
silenced by Beauty
that my heart claims.

My Sun could be
the perfect half of me.
But in a foreign sky
my Sun ain't free.

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