When the day was falling
And the sunlight faded
I watched the night borning
And the sky being shaded
With the colour of a sad story
And the shadow of lost glory
But my eyes could see, smooth and slow,
A painter creating a paradise of snow
The vibrant colours of the moon
Outlined a garden that flourished soon
And in the shadows, there were no stars,
The was loneliness for my scars
Over the hills and far away
Beyond the horizons that a bird flies
I saw a single sign of blue stray
And I nevermore stopped looking at his eyes.
Samanta Geraldini
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