Not a time, not a room, not a place.
It is hidden inside of my soul.
Not a word, but with every phrase
That I say, you can see it belongs.
It starts right from inside of my chest,
Never letting my heart skip a beat.
Even being betrayed by the rest,
With its love and support i'll be lit.
It surrounds me wherever I go
Like a shadow, a smell in the air.
That's my family, that makes me glow
When I want, but too frightened to dare.
Even suffering years of distress,
If together, we'll conquer the fate.
Cause the family is not my address,
Not a time, not a place, but the state.
Not a Place
© Copyright: Алеся Марамыгина, 2017
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