Sometimes I feel my soul so lone,
When nobody's here.
Keep silence Facebook and my phone.
No sound, no rustle I hear.
Sometimes I feel my soul alive,
When everyone's around me.
My mind, my deeds begin to thrive.
My body rises mildly.
Sometimes I don't feel soul at all,
When nothing happens. No desires.
There is so subtle fragile pall
Between the lonelyness - live wires.
Sometimes
© Copyright: Кристина Соул, 2014
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