Your birth is the biggest feat,
Nobody is guilty.
Like a child you was treat,
You felt it so deeply.
Your effort made a fire
But it’s not the first decision.
It defeated last desire
Without plain permission.
You can repeat it so much time,
But voice is at the bottom.
Please, famous thief, don’t cry,
This life is in the blossom.
Your eyes are always wild,
But the mind is afraid of.
You were born to be kind,
Your soul will stop.
The touch of your palms
Is like a disaster.
Because of pure choice.
You will run faster.
The cadence of your breath
Is rare and like a clief.
It’s your favorite dream
When everybody is belief.
Suspicion
© Copyright: Анна Ива, 2012
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