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Kristina Tomic Jul 2015
How many miles would you walk,
how many miles would you run,
how many hours would you fly,
how many times would you die,
rise again new and try
ask yourself how and why,
to stop to crawl and start to fly.

How many tears would you shed,
how many nights alone in your bed,
how many thoughts in your head,
and wishes unsaid and unfed.

One brave soul,
can bear it all,
and pay the toll,
to reach that goal.

Never mind the miles,
never count your tears,
count your smiles,
and destroy the fears.

Distance may be great,
journey may be long,
though will make you strong,
and lead where you belong.

Only one brave heart,
family as its part,
makes miles vanish,
and though often far,
often longed and missed,
always by your side,
in truth never apart.
Kristina Tomic Jan 2016
Have the courage to be held a fool,

To give your all and let yourself fall,

Rest assured dear and fear not

For you know something others do not.



Let despair and gloom unfold,

Worry not and ever be bold,

For it all comes after and before,

To ones who fear not to spall.



For you know what some may not,

Or they willfully forgot,

Amidst the pain heaven awaits,

And love divine opens its gates

And the world is yours alone,

For as long until it’s gone.
Kristina Tomic Apr 2014
After all these years,
after hours and hours,
looking at you face,
when I close my eyes,
I fail to see you,
I simply cant,
even though l know,
every litlle piece,
That makes you as u are,
every single piece
that l've kissed so much,
that l loved so much,
that l loved to touch.
I guess thats a proof,
that the love is still alive.
After many years,
as memories come along,
along with your face,
along with remorse,
along with the feeling,
the felling of sometnihg,
something lost,
something past,
something missing.
The years will come,
when all l have,
will be memories,
when l can only see you,
when l close my eyes,
I'll have to imagine,
imagine a feeling,
feeling of your touch,
feeling of your love,
cause you always imagine,
something that is gone.
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