So here I am. And here you are. A prison.
A solid dungeon slowly swallows us.
Your love for me was merely a vision,
My love for you dissolved in burning stars.
Here is my heart floating in pulsing rhythms,
Here is my heart. And here you are. Again.
And so we stand like once. Together. Breathing.
A mystical disorder, that prevails.
Am I myself, or have I drowned in visions?
Are these our voices, or the fading rain?
A prison is just nothing, but a prison.
In visions from now on we will remain.
Vision
© Copyright: Валерия Пурцеладзе, 2018
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