I try and try to find myself;
It"s not so easy as it seems.
My spirit like a pretty elf
Is wondering between the beams
Of stars and comets. They"re so high!
Where is my place? I want to know.
There is no answer. Still I fly
Between the stars and flakes of snow.
between
© Copyright: Мила Кузьмина, 2001
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