Last target

A few pieces of the past,
Scattered dreams
As the broken glass,
The future that come fast,
Another long trip,
A ship with new mast.

A blue sea of life,
A quiet or a troubled water,
One big heart, a strong anchor,
One pure soul, a candle lit in altar.

Parallel mirrors,
A few regrets, errors,
Tears, mountais, rivers,
A small war, few winners.

The last target:
The love and happiness,
Other dreams, romances,
One new life, other chances.

 

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From the volume - The colors of love