a divine misery
is your name
but your a simply girl
you do not search the fame.
that your life in iceland
is like a little good day
and your sun everyday
is your smile
it’s ok.
in a seven few days
and at last of the day
she remember a name
in a lake like your eyes
and pick stars and the lux
to create your hair.
like the color of lips
and the mistery is …
of a miracle girl ?
but i can only see
that my dream is with me
and a miracle is here !!















#1 by gudrun lilja on 4 ottobre 2008 - 9:30 PM
Thank u for the poem i really like it and i hope i will see more of them

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