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May 2014
You are eternally out of my grasp
Your intense heart-stirring kisses can be savoured only in dreams
In kingdoms made from sheer illusion
Where flowers bathe in waters of long-lost enchanted streams
Where icy coldness is banished and newly-found hope thrives
On everlasting elusive notions
That continuously rule our short-lived lives

You are the music maker
And I the dreamer of dreams
We both like to wander in far-off realms
Where kings and queens ride majestic white unicorns
On a remote and lonely beach
Completely forgotten and out of anyone’s reach

Your sweet melodious songs sound like psalms
On a gloomy winter Sunday
And my poetry is for the light-hearted and gay
So why not come away with me?
Why not hold my hand?
Let’s take off on a wild audacious journey
Let’s venture beyond the familiar spaces
And the unknown shores
Of this magnificent ethereal land
And I will be forever spellbound
Paving my way with you
On soft and golden grains of sand
Written by
Melanie Camilleri  Malta
(Malta)   
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