Letters, Letters.
Let us, get us.
Phases, cases
Nervous, gracious...
Phrases are phrases.
Words are still words.
Give me releasing
from over my thoughts.
Take my ambition
And brake to the ground.
That is just mission.
I`m crying aloud.
That is collision.
That is collapse.
That is releasing,
Like smell of the grass.
That is the air,
That is the song.
Thank you for letters,
I am not alone.
Thank you for being just partially mine.
That is so perfect, so nice, so divine!
letters
© Copyright: Мария Баулина, 2013
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