Stars Have Spread Like the Points
Stars have spread like the points
of the light in the height,
Grace is sweeter than coins,
Grace is prettier than flight.
Say, celestials are paler
than bright eyes, it is true,
And she'll make me a favour
with her smile anew.
I won't hide blind feeling
And she knows what I mean,
I'm in love with her really,
I have reason to sing.
With a hope I am drawing
solid bridge between us
And sometimes I'm not going
to be fond of the stars.
Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2016
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