i can't choose colours
colours come themselves
i can't be yours
like never could be mine
i just devour
day and things it has
that come in thirst
in rapture or decline
i hold my night
security and sleep
i give them back
when sea makes give them back
i picture slide
when surface keeps it steep
and feed the ground
when its body's lack
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© Copyright: Валерия Воротильникова, 2014
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