Walking along these endless streets
Through dirt and smog, through pain and fists,
Cherishing hope to understand:
“Is life the gold or just fine sand?”,
She needs the one to make her strong,
To let her know what’s going wrong,
To back her dreams and ever miss,
Even in bed to think her Miss
She needs...
© Copyright: Ксения Цкуева, 2010
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