The moment is gone sleep prevents to realize
four verses four stars to constellation rises
Sunset for Cassie, whispers these words to send
greatest achievement if I reach the end.
Just a small bump on the garden soon to be green
sunshining week-ends and a small version of Mrs Prynne
waiting to walk again on the Spring colour pitch
wondering if the last Star will run there out of reach.
O.O.W
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03-23-2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I shall look forward to the four verses which maybe the sunset may inspire.