I want what I can t reach

I want what I can't reach,
But I still try to fly,
And still I feel that itch
That's limiting my sky.

I want a captured soul
To shiver, purely mine,
I strive to change my role,
I try to break my line.

I want to be myself,
But I'm again so far...
I'm putting on the shelf
My little shiny star.


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Is it time to take the little shining star from the shelf and put it to some good use? Ah, disregard me! I am just fulling around! The poem is as beautiful as it could be! This is the case "I wish I wrote that!"...

Алла Белоусова   26.08.2008 20:29     Заявить о нарушении
Fooling around - my mistake.

Алла Белоусова   26.08.2008 21:48   Заявить о нарушении
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