Who am I supposed to sing with?
Who’s that starlight lit in space?
In my dreams you live, you’re breathing.
Though I can’t recall your face…
You’re the melody I’m humming,
You’re my life’s work manuscript,
And your soul’s older than mummies,
Than hieroglyphs carved in crypts.
In this world my worst destruction,
You, my warmest sanctuary.
You don’t need an introduction,
You’re the one who’ll set me free,
Who will sing with me my lifetime,
Ask for my love in return…
We’ll find lovers’ map – our guideline.
It’s the song that we both earn.
11-12.03.2018
The Song
© Copyright: Анна Грудинина Ли, 2018
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