In the mirror I can't get who's standing,
This person shows me so much about my
inner side.
Slowly, the soul is landing,
It's become total night.
Eyes see flame in the sky,
It's a sign where I shoul lead.
My heritage will never die,
There will be my history, which people will
read.
I made my way alone,
That was such beauty to see you fade.
Sometimes, I wanted to moan,
But now, there is me, who I don't hate.
Sign
© Copyright: Ортиков Диёр, 2020
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