Slipping your hands through my soul
Whisper was following me. I see
Our glare in shattered mirrors.
There's only fire in me.
I opened my heart, believed in your my soul,
Many years wanted to love without fall.
“Maybe I created light of а glare.
Now I call only you
You are a free breathing, my chance on air,
What I am looking for you”.
Where are you?
Maybe again I wouldn't consider you,
Only I heard in the rain
Your steps. Only my soul was related with you,
And the heart sings in pain.
I opened my heart, believed in your my soul,
Many years wanted to love without fall.
Where are you?
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