The way to heal my soul
I think will never come
To me through firing storm
I wish it could become
My very hope and peace
My mind's the only cure
I've noticed that in tease
We are so insecure
But life is just to learn
And to improve ourselves
And every line or curl
Is made to make intense
Our feelings of divine
We're made to be complete
To rise, and fall, and shine
And this is how we live
The way of life
© Copyright: Акимова Нонна, 2017
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