People say
When hard times strike
It's still there
Up above our heads in the sky
Like a pearl the moon shines
So bright
So wonderful
And so beautiful
No man could of had dared to dream of it
But why
when life is mean to me
I don't see it
Should be still up there
As people say
But it's not
It's covered with fog or clouds
And is nowhere to be seen
It's just a dim light that I see
Not bright
Not that wonderful
And not quite beautiful
As it all used to be
It's just a dim speck of light
That shines through a blind one's eyes
'March 30,2012'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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