Slipping into the sea of senses,
Diving into evening rave
I am watching sleepy dances
Over my emotions' grave.
Every day I feel like flying,
But I still stay in this room,
Where now my ghosts are crying,
Where roses are in bloom.
When I close my eyes and listen
To the laughing moon alone,
I can hear your gentle whisper
And my heart becomes a stone.
When the stars look at the city,
Ghosts can find their own place,
When a day is full of pity,
I see sunrays on your face.
You're a bird with golden soul
Flying high above the clouds,
Where we will find a hole
And get rid of our doubts.
Roses in bloom
© Copyright: Дарья Утенкова, 2022
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