You

You are my wounded bird,
You are my scattered rain,
Hear the song that I heard.
Music will heal your pain.

You are my strongest wind,
You are my shameless self,
Dance with me to the beat,
Let yourself be... yourself.

You are my purest love,
You are my childish dream,
Don't let it be enough,
Don't see me how I seem.

I know years have passed
Roads and streets ago.
I believe I still must
Not let you let me go...

10-Aug-2017


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Heard the song and ready to dance Snezhana! With Trepidation!

Серёга Губанов   21.08.2017 08:02     Заявить о нарушении