When I was young
I had a wings,
I fell in love
In blowing winds.
I grew up fast
And lost my power.
Don’t want be ghost
And cutting flower.
I want let go
Everything wrong.
Soul, let me know,
How to get home.
Just like a bird
Without eyes,
Without wings,
Who cannot fly.
Heart, stop, please, bleeding,
And reborn in fire,
Return to being,
Well, it takes me higher…
Something like this
© Copyright: Санька Поэтесс, 2011
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