I can make mistake while walking,
I can jump into fuss, almost die,
I can run into burden when soaking
But I can’t be buried alive.
I can swallow all papers excitedly,
I can reach Everest with ease,
I can dig to the soul depths suddenly,
Thanks to what can I do all this?
And I know how to move and to sleep,
What is better for me, what’s required,
I can find the shoulder inside me,
And rely on it, bless the mind.
And I can..I Am..Free to create,
Miracles, wonders and justice,
And to Be whom I want, at any god’s rate,
In love of my own’s master.
I can, I am..
© Copyright: Маргарита Воеводина, 2011
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