You sink in darkness of their eyes
And try to find how to escape.
You know their voices tell you lies
And tears are made like wine from grape.
You'd like be born in better time,
Believe in freedom of your soul.
Your dream to love is not your crime,
Your wish to dream is not your fall.
Behind the back your folded wings.
They try to flap and fly away.
You'd like to live like wise Kings,
Be able to create your way.
It would be
© Copyright: Александр Косовский, 2015
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