I touch the sky,
And clouds fondle with my hands.
My morning comes
And shiny sun penetrates my veins.
And something in the air
Has destroyed despair.
That I used to feel at night,
That I used so hard to fight.
And I was made to take my coffee,
And I was made to feel so free.
I tossed the sorrows in the coffin,
And day of joy has come to me!
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I touch the sky
© Copyright: Станислав Гофман, 2017
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