Another scary thought has come to mind -
My aches and pains, are they to keep me safe?
To stop me from untimely leap to death,
From empty life with nothing left behind?
For if I didn't own this splitting head,
If weakness didn't cut my days in half,
I'd ride the wild wind, the waves, the sand,
Each daring feat would never seem enough...
Another scary thought...
© Copyright: Элиза Микаилова, 2012
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