One love was young,
One bird was old.
But it wanted to love.
It wanted to be loved.
One heart was broken,
One mind was light.
But I wanted to hope
That U wanted to be bright.
One word was said,
One question was asked.
Just give me your hand
And dress off your mask.
17.10.07
the One
© Copyright: Изотова Мария, 2008
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