Sonnet
Nothing I need and nothing I possess-
Possessing body needs more to obtain,
Enslaves my soul , being a domain
In which its living on the things depends.
My skin can feel, but neither do my wings
Bound inside my painful overall
Which moves and sings, and speaks, and loughs, and sees
Untill its filling hears someone to call
To call it back or forward to somewhat
Where naked emotions roam , light too much
To cry,to hurt,to strike or just to touch,
Where past is pressed into unfriendly world.
Still, soul has its living dust to be
To clear up the sense of life for me.
© Copyright: Оксана Подольская, 2011
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