I'm getting ill,
No matter, what I feel,
I've lost my love
I'm floating above.
I realize, how fragile is my world.
My life is wise,
I'm grateful, dead and cold.
Whenever I enjoy my inner light,
The lie just tries
To frighten me, despite
All my mistakes -
They made me stronger twice -
Despite my love, which never leaves my eyes...
I pray, I am who I forever am.
It was too much - my love - it's just to slam.
I used to be,
I'm here again to be -
Just wait awhile -
With love, with trust, with smile.
24.08.2013 г.
My love
© Copyright: Светлана Валентиновна Катаева, 2013
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