I can to break these rules
Inside our common soul.
Be here, I will find the tools
For a way through a wall.
Behind your purple life
We have some dark of fear
About gun or sharp knife
And between us my tear
Will across your mind.
I know, elsewhere you find
This affair and start again.
When my stab of pain
Will create another line
And there I'll be fine!
Sonnet
© Copyright: Екатерина Иванилова, 2014
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