I found myself
heading towards
nowhere,
flying like a blind
swan,
swinging like a bell.
Ten years have passed
by.
Did we win the war?
Time removes the
memories.
I was lost but I didn’t
know why.
There was something I
couldn’t forget:
my little kingdom
whose name you know
well.
Day after day,
surviving under a black star.
Hoping to see you
and trying not to look
back.
I met a witch
dressed like the moon.
“Don’t feel so sad”,
she said,
“I’ve got a present for
you”.
It was a hard task
not to taste Paradise,
but I left the beach
behind
with no tears in my
eyes.
There was something I
couldn’t forget:
my little kingdom
whose name you know
well.
Day after day, facing
the north winds,
hoping to see you
and showing no fear.
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