Slipping your hands trough my soul
Whisper following me: “sorry”, I see
Our glare in mirrors and bowl
Broken , and fire is absent in me.
I open my heart and my soul,
Many years wait love and the fall.
“Maybe I created the light of а glare.
Now I call only you
You are a free breathing, my chance of needing,
What I am looking for you”.
Maybe again I would not consider you,
Only your steps I heard in the rain,
Only my soul with you, there are destiny,
And the heart sings in the pain.
I open my heart and my soul,
Many years wait the happiness role.
Slipping your hands in my soul
© Copyright: Альриша, 2014
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