Sometimes, in crystal place,
I'm trying to feel you here.
Sometimes, in lovely space,
Or in dancing I must be disappear.
Sometimes, in my dreams,
I will forget life's games.
Sometimes all this seems
To be inside my frames.
Sometimes this glass world
To reflect my dark face.
Like a mirror in this old
Art of love in divine grace.
Sometimes
© Copyright: Екатерина Иванилова, 2014
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