The way I go, the way I breathe.
To rule the world I will be. Notes on my hands
Are planes I follow. No matter what you see.
Closing my eyes. Finding harmony in stormy weather.
Feeling irony in every bit and cell, mistakes of mind
In broken glasses, jokes in tears. Fear? Bit of Harmony
To heal, to meet a personal enemy with a smile
To stand on the green leaves for peace.
Breathe, breathe, breathe in the bit of Harmony.
Be a light, a source to conquer the agony.
To rule the world I will be. In the Harmony with it.
20.3.2022
Roots 4 Harmony
© Copyright: Вета Минина, 2022
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