I’m getting out of the bed.
I see no colours, shades.
The life in grayness drives me mad.
The will for living grimly fades.
And day and night are passing round.
I feel no sense inside my mind.
I am so tired of the light and sound
And wish I could be deaf and blind.
I am seek of living like I am bound.
My soul has lost her liveliness.
There are some dreams of being buried in the ground.
And now my life is not about loveliness.
Until…
Until I see you.
Until you notice me.
Until I hear you.
Until we drink the tea.
We smile. We laugh. We talk.
We hold the hands. We get upset.
We play. We think. We walk.
We joke. We do regret.
Together.
You are my sister. You are my friend.
You are more than human next to me.
We know we are together to the end.
You are my anchor in the emotion sea.
The Anchor
© Copyright: Краева Мария, 2019
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Превосходно, Мария!
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Много тепла и правды, музыкально!
С уважением!
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