Freedom or a privilege?
Does it hurt too much,
When there’s so much scrutiny,
No warmth in a touch?
When your love is charity,
I refuse to take,
When your faith is mystery,
I must stay awake.
Our mistakes (we’re gullible),
Our dreams (we’re strong),
Are part of reality,
That goes on and on.
I crawl back to look at you,
As a pier in sea,
As a kite in clear blue sky,
Distance, unity.
Every word in every play
Is so clear to us.
Just decipher, think and stay,
Say you’re worth my trust.
© Maryna Tchianova, 2009
Worth my trust
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2019
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