When he is not with me
as i`m across the field
I dare to idea hes not in me
as i`m along the streets.
as stumbled into faces
i kneeled and dropped my shield.
he was in love with me.
as i did my life races.
when slapping face of faith
when leading hopes for slaughter
my forehead felt his kiss
as if i was his daughter.
Prodigal daughter
© Copyright: Мажена Влодек, 2006
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