I can breathe only when feel life inside.
It realy hard to be alive but I try.
Sometimes I think that I am beautifull bird
Which flys in the sky. The sky is the word.
Sometimes I feel my self a beautifull shark,
Which breathe by ocean in the dark.
My heart feel waves and when swell comes,
I am in the word. The love in my eyes.
The wind blews throught my mood and my skin.
I'm feeling the love. You know what I mean.
Open the window, look at the sky.
I know it should happen. I know...Don't know why.
Listen the music around of us.
Take care of my heart. My heart like a glass.
Again about THE LOVE
© Copyright: Егорова Надежда Белка, 2008
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