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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