Place of my thoughts for me
Means more than solitude
But checking space of life
For sounds of Gold Lute
With heart that's always through
To be inside and wrong.
With tickets and with note -
They all are only small.
And clouds of my voice
Do not possess my flesh
But light of hazel eyes
But tender swing of lashes...
And sense of game to be revealed in word
You know because it is a topic of Black Swan
Whose shade of black is Earth
Which is your dear One.
Black Swan
© Copyright: Юлия Дарченкова, 2023
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