It often seems to me,
My thoughts are never free.
They still depend on many things,
On other things within.
But rare comes the time,
When they are only mine.
They fly away like tender wings
And try sometimes to sing.
When my thoughts are free
© Copyright: Марина Петровна Смирнова, 2014
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