My soul was tearing out from my body!
And everywhere it just wasn't understood.
And even "gaunch" epithet was applied to call it -
"A silly woman",
... beaten up, and driven to the Neverhood.
My soul just wished once to become a star...,
But malicious minds ...
they have given it no chance,
They fettered it into the cage of my body so far
And they enjoined silence upon romance…
But it would like so much to fly
To rack as clouds do above the ground,
To outstrip the wind so high up in the azure sky,
And dreaming of the light…
it was just licking all its wounds!
My soul
© Copyright: Асмолова Екатерина Александровна, 2009
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