Hey, you, cling to my words,
Like a plant clings to the ground,
Like insanity that pervades the songs,
Ever evident, but still never found...
Effervescent, raindrop truth,
With no obligatory meanings,
Will rise like the dawn of youth,
And splash away the feelings...
Never sullen or subdued,
With no mercy of subsiding
It's a riddle with no clue,
Never orderly or binding...
It's a story with no route,
Just successions of collisions
With some gists just to pursue,
And some pep in the decisions..
You can choose to be aside,
And stay true to your aloofness,
But I'll nevertheless glide,
With the dream of sweet success..
The Dream
© Copyright: Ирина Стародубцева 3, 2019
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