Nightmare of my Existence
October 15, 2012
under the fog
over the hill
there is a man running
Trying to find some peace of mind
Out on the road
there are fireflies circling
Go to your dreams, forget it all
My spirit sighs
Into the dark
there are eyelids closing
In helpless prayers
a hope lives on
In the forest
across the river
she whispers on my ears
Open a door and the moon will fall !!
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Whispers into or in my ear. It can’t be on or ears. If ears then they not her… : )
Thank you Almagest for the correction. It should be “ear”