My soul is like a butterfly

My soul is like a butterfly:
I love all flowers,
I love the Sky.
I want to fly,
forget time's stream.
I want to bring my heart
    to Thee, my Sun,
    my brightest Sun.
Alas! Our lives are only
    part of Death.
    Forever mess.
    Forever mess.
   
05 декабря 2006 г.


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