(The thunderbolt effect)
The spark is burning since - lost in the Net
A touch of you has matched my true deep self
By now the Dream has grown through phone and mail
Hanging on this illusion we've got fed...
The countdown runs - towards Reality
We'll land the Dream on Earth with hope and fear
We'll top with it our wish list for the year
Then we'll take off - leaving the seed behind
What if a lovely rose will spark to life?...
July 6 2008 © Mihaela Ulieru