Your shine is a roadmap, to the lost faith,
faith, of your own
Your path is not alone
a path through the heavenly vault;
she is a path that lifts up and steps on mine gives me hope back.
Love, with its ray of light she is the magic of mine,
a dream. Down the star trail, numerous doors stand before me from
squeezing slowly one at a time one is opening up, bringing me into orbit, something forgotten, something started unfinished something long forgotten, done with the colors of the rainbow, with the colors of love they take me back to the life... with a willow hope Love for an eternal survival.
© Milka Minkova