We are lost in a fog of drama,
We can dance like a string of shadows.
We can tremble in light and darkness,
We can play with grey stones and pebbles.
In this sea we are slowly drowning,
In the sunlight we go on bathing,
Our lightness is full of sorrow,
Our memories we're erasing.
In the air there's a lonely figure,
In the sky we are free and boundless.
Our gracious dreams we deliver
To a world of courageous highlights.
Dramatic fog
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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