A sleeping valley of my soul
Is full of scary thrill.
Sometimes I want escape my role
And rush it to fulfil.
I want to stop, explode and break.
In only wish - to breathe...
But being judged for my mistake
I’m thrown on my knees.
And it is you, my wicked king,
Who weighs my every sigh.
Say, is it fair to smile and sing
And have no right to cry?!
But you’re too distant and obscure
To stretch a helping hand.
I’m so alone in loving you
From start and to the end.
Sleeping valley
© Copyright: Анна Васиянова, 2019
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