I seek the answers for my questions,
There comes uneasy, bitter truth.
The words, the answers come together,
In slow pace, when they decide.
Each time of their sparse appearance,
I feel the miracle of birth.
Delay'd, disordered and messy -
They find their places at the end.
I'm not involved, I only follow,
I write to fix them from the sound.
Thoughts, words, and music, put together,
Create inseparable bond.
I seek the answers for my questions
© Copyright: Валерия Ливина, 2007
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