Playng on a cloud

 

 

Sweet friend
with the black dress
with a lot of pearching
with a lot of tatoos
i can see in your eyes
only a beautiful flower
that are you.

In your eyes the dreams
in your hands there’s life
and you make every day
work, friends and choses

I wanna stay there with you a day
like in a dream
me and you on a cloud
for the smiles for play
and for listen your voice
see in your soul, in your world.

 I know that it isn’t
only a stupid, stupid dream,
couse i learned in my life
that the dreams become real.

And our clouds is there
until we can go in to the sky
only me and you
are swiming in the air
soul in to the soul

 

 Poem writen by

 Marco Vasselli

Dedied to Christina E.

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