Every cloud has a heart,
Every heart is like the Moon.
Baby-Moon, why do you make me
Hide myself in empty room?
Maybe, I’m an empty room…
Maybe, I can see the sound…
Baby-Moon, why do you want me
To hide my heart in the ground?
I see the grave, I see the tree,
I see the souls of people,
Who wanted to be free.
And yellow dragon of the Sun
Comes to me…
I know that clouds never die.
They fly, until you hold my hand…
Baby-Moon, I know that you wanna kill me,
But my Death will never be your friend…
24.01.2017
Baby-moon
© Copyright: Лиза Андреева-Фролова, 2017
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