Sleep, sleep well, my wounded Tiger,
Summer night is short!
Stars would whisper if you eager
To the ears of God:
Stay aflame and dreaming bigger,
Ask for what you want!
I will sit beside you, Tiger,
Like the shade of thought.
And sometime I'll heal your wound
By the starlight kiss.
Past goes round and round and round...
Let's go out of this...
Wounded Tiger
© Copyright: Юлия Мартынцева Март, 2017
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