If I had known the purest feeling:
Impulsive, innocent and free
I wouldn’t loose my wings of presence
You need a dream, another me
Should I have closed the open chapter?
And only silence as a course…
А sudden flash obscures the factor
You grabbed my wings but nothing hurts
It seems unwise to blow on ashes
When innocence would heal the pain
How could I keep my wings of presence
Despite this fleeting role of man?
Innocence
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