I love you,
life and love,
and struggle,
I love you,
as I made of marble
my secret treasure,
that inside of
choice.
I chose my life,
I chose Your voice.
My heart is out
for desire . . .
I set my life,
I built the fire.
But soul's always flying
in the fields.
Why don't you ask her
what she feels?
Why don't you
torture her desire?
Why won't you lit
my every fire?!
Don't let me gild
my heart
with marble.
I neither die,
nor live
in bubble. . . .
2006-2009
Copyright ©2007 Olga Ulyankina
In Bubble
© Copyright: Ольга Ульянкина, 2007
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