My candle is burning inside
desires aren't hungry at last.
I 'm grateful for each, every day,
I wake , open my eyes.
My enemies laugh at my smile
I'm childish,naughty and bad,
sometimes may be rough and rude
it's fine, I am made of flesh.
I don't search for love
it's enough!
My heart was betrayed many times.
so simple - an open book.
seem tiny , but feel old.
My candle is burning inside
© Copyright: Екатерина Передереева, 2018
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