Slipping your hands through my soul,
Whisper was following me. I see
Our glare in shattered mirrors.
There's only fire in me.
My opened heart, I believed in your soul,
Many years phantom waited her love parole.
“Maybe I created light of а glare.
Now I call only you
You are a free breathing, inspiration of air,
I am looking for you.
Where are you?
Maybe again, I wouldn't know you,
Only your steps were heard in a rain.
Only my soul was related to you,
My broken heart was sung in a pain.
Song of love with a violin will create in unison,
A war of my illusions will be won.
(Лупальцова О.)
Where are you?
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