Gianni Pintus

(28 January 1967 / Olbia, Italy, (Island of Sardinia))

FOREVER AND EVER


I can hear,
The butterflies whispering on me
Behind the soft blooming wind,

The faires are dancing In the early hours
Then they spend, their night,
reading fair stories to our kids
surrounded by the warmest fire,
Telling stories and tales.

The beautiful unicorn
giggle, at the sight,
dancing gently,
on wild flowers,
jumping on the soft hills,
laughing along the cheerful birds,
and feeling so happy with all.

Then you suddenly rise
from silent heavenly soars,
looking the prairie and even so
smiling at us and disappear again
in the universe, blasting stars
vanishing in this constellation forever and ever.

Submitted: Friday, March 06, 2009

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