My Soul

The leaves were raked in rusty piles,
Then shoved in clear cellophane.
My soul is burning through the miles,
A fevered, constant, searing pain,
Like every kiss had left its brand.

Oh, my soul, it burns with fevered fire,
A heavy, aching, deep desire.
From whispered truths and words unsaid,
A silent battle in my head.

And in the evenings, stretched and long,
Though sometimes lit by a soft smile's gleam,
My soul still sings a whispered song
Of hidden pain, a fading dream.
It aches with all the things unspoken,
Retreats inside, a snail-like token.

Oh, my soul, it burns with fevered fire,
A heavy, aching, deep desire.
From whispered truths and words unsaid,
A silent battle in my head.

It's crouching low, a coiled-up spring,
As if preparing now to leap,
Through balding patches of the green,
From all the secrets it must keep.
Aching to burst, to break away,
And rush into a brighter day.

Oh, my soul, it burns with fevered fire,
A heavy, aching, deep desire.
From whispered truths and words unsaid,
A silent battle in my head.

Through worn-out grass, it's ready to fly,
Into a wild, delirious fire...
Across the lawn, beneath the sky...
A fevered flame, a mad desire...
My soul... burning... higher...

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You can listen to the song via the link:

https://disk.yandex.ru/d/AGyFp6amaqh85w

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Вдохновение от стихотворения "Душа"
(автор неизвестен)

Листву сгребли в охапки ржавые
И затолкали в целлофаны.
Душа исходится пожарами,
Как будто бы зацеловали.

И вечерами слишком долгими,
Но освещенными улыбкой,
Душа болеет недомолвками
И прячется в себе улиткой.

Она в глубоком полуприседе
Как будто бы рвануть готова
Через газонные залысины
В огонь бредовый.

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Мою версию песни можно послушать по ссылке:

https://disk.yandex.ru/d/OkPQpUNkNTefeg