She is a spring
Fairy and clean
She is a child
Watching the tide
Jumping on rocks
Having no stop
Resting on sand
Taking my hand
Nature is her name:
Melody of voice
Driving me insane
Leaving me no choice
But to be with her
Open this secret door
There are no others anymore
She is all it is for
She is a night
Burning out bright
She’s my laughter
Tears that will come after
Hiding her soul
Begging for more
Healing my world
Just with one word
Question in her eyes:
She’s asking once again –
Are we the ones to fly?
Able to force pain?
Just to be for her
Make her soft lips smile
She is all it is for
God will never die
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© Copyright: Дениска Зверёк Яковлев, 2008
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