You come and go so fast
Like dawn
When I am star gazing,
Or clouds
When I am chasing moonbeams...
I walk barefoot in the shadow
Of your promises
But there is no yellow brick road!
Somebody lied! ! !
I really love this. It has some personal meaning, that I won't explain. I especially like the reality shared in the last two lines.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your Right! And no Fairies at the bottom of the Garden... NO santa... No wonder we write POETRY! he he. Rogerx