You never know until you try.
You try and feel like heaven.
And flying up is nice and fine,
But falling down is evil.
The heart is blooding from the pain.
The soul is crying quietly.
And you like butterfly will die,
As soon as night will fight you.
You never know...
© Copyright: Гала Галина Буковска, 2011
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