My insensitivity gets wounded easily
My sensitivity is like a wall
I've been burying myself with no feelings,
Fighting you with feelings like a bull
A twisted rod of contradictions
And a glassy surface of the soul’s harmony
I am either a totally carefree joy
Or complex mind games of Dali
With this absence of tranquillity
I could have never understood you;
You wanted something of simplicity:
To recollect me as a mere dream
About Zifa перевод Ушедшему немного о себе
© Copyright: Зифа Садриева, 2007
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