I close eyes
I see bright light
It(he) lives in me
It(he) burns in me
I look at the sky
Clouds fly
Not clear what for
It is not known where
I open eyes
Around darkness
She(it) presses me
She(it) ruins me
I look at mountains
Far up to heavens
They are pulled upwards
They attract on top.
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© Copyright: Яна Арсемова, 2008
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