I can’t sleep, I hear you calling
Though I never knew your face.
It just feels like I am falling
For eternity in space.
In a minute I would sail
To the realm where we belong,
Where we both could lift the veil,
Be ourselves, and write a song
Of our own in ancient language,
Something only we could sing,
About everything we engage…
Who and where are you, my zing?
3.04.2018
Zing
© Copyright: Анна Грудинина Ли, 2018
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