When the sun was running away,
Melting my heart in the frost,
I could live just in a hope of May.
On that day, you know,
The winter was snow,
And I was going away,
I was saying to you,
Now I’m okey,
I’m loving too.
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And I asked you, please,
just lead me to the depths of myself…
I need nothing, except moving
to the sacral knowledge of the universe.
You can be the poorest man in the world,
because of having nothing,
But you are always a lucky one,
when the love is beating inside.
Native silence
© Copyright: Юлия Кагеро, 2016
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