I'm scratching your name out
I'm begging for your sincere glance
My soul is splitting as timeless drought
Has never been filled up with sense.
In spite of all you live and smile
Your blue is sightless for no one
But they can't see that you're fragile
Beyond this bulletproof membrane.
For now you're free, you're child and sage
There's clear sky and god above
Don't bay yourself into a cage
And let your being be beloved.
2009
© Copyright: Запах Сарсапарели, 2017
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