Hollywood, Hollywood...
by: Iolanda Scripca
Numbing heart in darkness
I walk leaving no footsteps
As dust of Fool's Gold
Slaps me with a violent "have to survive"
I wonder if I can mail order new wings
As I lost mine in the speed of my Life
I am on top of the World as we know it
A breathtaking question: "What If.?..."
A Metropolis at my feet coldly blinks
Christmas like lights of secrets and desires
I stand alone among clouds with no names
Begging Birds of Paradise to return me to My Pacific...
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