Sometimes You don’t know
where do I hide,
You look for me around -
I’m inside,
And when You want to hold
me, but can’t find,
Just look for me in labyrinths
of my mind.
You listen to the songs
that someone sings,
You don’t know what’s
love and what it brings.
There are a lot of strange
and wicked things,
Like my flight to the sun
on broken wings.
27.01.2005
Broken wings
© Copyright: Анна Стессель, 2010
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