My love to you so wants to live.
I want to keep it, I believe
That I can save from wicked world
By hiding it in depths of soul
I made for her best silver cage,
I started writing new great page.
My love was singing such bright songs
I didn’t want to let it go.
I was afraid, on black strong wings
It`ll fly away to you, my prince,
With silver rods it`s struggling hard
Till tear strong wings and hottest heart.
Black velvet feathers felt out soon,
The sweetest voice fades out to mute.
Now fly away – I opened doors –
Just bleeding heart on rusty rods…
6.03.2005
Black love in silver cage
© Copyright: Дейнеко-Казьмирук Дарина, 2006
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