This darkness calls me. Very sweet and softly.
My fingers catch all colors of the sky.
I didn't know love or fondness mostly.
I didn't know how to feel and cry.
But something's coming with this voice and hurting.
My faint heart is turning into strong.
I break dark walls of lying and diverting
And through this pain I see what's right and wrong.
My lungs are burning. Shadows wait in kingdom
And crimson sparkles bloom like rose's face.
This is my fate - to fight and die for freedom.
I'm Little Lady of this endless space!
Sparkles
© Copyright: Диана Погорелова, 2020
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