Lead her to the shore
Of a cursed dead river
Where red sulphur has still been dreaming of wings.
Place her on the edge
Of the marble young moon
Let her see all she’s hoped to exist.
Meet her in the height,
In the stars of Leo
That swallows the Sun of alchemical spells.
Let her be a light,
Sparkling amber gold ray
That dances among old church bells.
Let her be Phoenix
Rising from the ashes
Of her frozen dark, of all she used to be.
She has been waiting
She has been hoping.
Please, let her feel the worth of her dream.
Give her a velvety kiss of a wild rose.
Show her where a one-night-blooming flower grows.
Wake her up with a nightingale song.
Give her a life she has been longing for.
Take my soul
© Copyright: Анна Ринифе, 2017
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It's so romantic, it's like a dream:
You are in flying as a bird.
To know alchemistry- it's the realm.
It's no any beautiful, i've heard.
Андрей Боровков 02.09.2018 01:26 • Заявить о нарушении
You are in flying as a bird.
To know alchemistry- it's the realm.
It's no any beautiful, i've heard.
Андрей Боровков 02.09.2018 01:26 • Заявить о нарушении