A very old photo – forgotten story.
Yellow paper hasn’t to worry.
All that had passed was threw from his heart.
Decrease his voice – sometimes it’s hard.
Nothing, nothing in front of me.
I reach my hands and try to breath,
Wind’s rising my hear behind the shore
I don’t know why it’s happened before.
Free and empty and clear again
Back to the child escaping then
Back from the pain, the fade and your knife
Back from all this – and I will survive!
Nothing here is showing now
And I can’t even tell you how
In this lovely paradise wood
Appeared the flower broken by foot.
2004
A very old photo
© Copyright: Карина Буянова, 2014
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