Through dainty nougat of a sleep
I witness strength, desires, passions,
But what I feel is being weak
And waiting for a chance, conventions.
Oh such a dreamer lives apart,
Like captive - languor or a soul,
Throwing itself to pikes to die.
Born outcast and his implicit role.
I`m terrified to taken breath,
Still planning, searching for a life of wish,
As any trial, even led in cave -
Rapture first than under feet entire hiss.
Entrusted freedom of oneself to tremor arms,
One can`t expect at once firm grip for guns.
Such a dreamer
© Copyright: Кристина Адер, 2014
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