The heaven freely breathes over us,
Transparent beams
are thrown by the flame
of stars.
Day leaves, and night about to come
to us again,
fabric of a heavenly cover is brightening as veil
And rivers go forward...
dance
of soul is
like this:
incomprehensible,
unknown and resemble
And only when two souls in love so humble,
One enters into other –
sings and breathes.
No one is ever understanding you
the way I do,
My dream, my world,
My Ice - gentle-blue...
poetry novel "Planet of Tears"
Soft Ice
© Copyright: Надя Бирру, 2017
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