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2006-11-04 | |
The sun is settling in his bed
of orange sheets
sad and lonely he dies, he sleeps,
I wonder, does he dream of peace?
Dreams of freedom and love for all
does he know what tomorrow holds?
The clouds draw their dark curtain
sun and moon kiss goodbye again,
holding hands only in a dream
and I wonder, will they ever be free?
Will one day their love be real?
The wheels of time keep them apart,
like you and me in each other's hearts
so close, yet strangers lost in time
forever searching, unable to find,
a path that is both yours and mine
The wheels of time are turning
chained and bound we are churning
the milk of our destiny
we only live striving to be free
The sun will wake when his time comes
a friendly giant, or a demon to some,
with new hope and joy to begin,
does he know he cannot win?
Bound and helpless I watch the same
drama of love and death unfold again
Sybille (Sydney )Krivenko 2006
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