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an old text written by me....


Little angel


I'd like to kiss your tears away,
just to soothe your bleeding wounds.
But instead of reaching your hand,
you're just fading away.

Little angel,
you've left this world.
Just to find your acre of heaven,
to find your well of fortune.
I wish one last time,
that you might find your peace.

My last sight into your eyes,
I saw a soundless scream,
I saw your hopelessness and fear,
of being hurt again and again,
by the people you once loved.

Now your heart is filled up by your tears,
tears of the shadows you lived through.
The wings on your back,
they're broken, useless to fly.
But no one is seeing your pain.
So many times no one noticed,
that you tried to fly, but you always felt down.
and so you're walking you're path til the end,
without any power for spreading your wings one las time.

Little Angel,
you've left this world.
Just to find your acre of heaven,
to find your well of fortune.
I wish one last time,
that will find your everlasting peace.

Reading a book,
of a story told so many times,
reading of the outdrawed life of two lovers.

Their lifeline just like yours and mine,
living a dream of 1001 nights.
Passionly in love, not seeing what comes.

Oh wish in the night,
don't betray me this time.
Let me dream with the stars
and float with the seven seas.
Oh beauty of the night,
cover me with your wings of love.

No one knows how this story ends,
just those who are with the stars,
can tell where the path of two lovers ends,
can tell what wish will come true.