I am a stranger, which I’ll never know.
Two people live in me. And who is other?
And time in time I must something to prove
For not to be afraid of me another.
Sometimes I lie. Cause truth is sometimes wrong.
I can’t explain my strong, unusual feelings.
When I am sad, I’m feeling so alone,
But I still have one word and many meanings.
I am creation, vanished in myself.
I am the viking, fighting with the danger
Of alter-ego. Being someone else,
I feel my soul. And it belongs to stranger.
Tatiana Bratchykova
23.10.2008
Stranger
© Copyright: Татьяна Братчикова, 2009
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