my salty tears have dried out.
I am wearing smile on gloomy face.
I was exhausted , very tired
but I have faith in brand new day.
My chains have rusted and fell down.
I am walking barefoot but brave.
the stones are sharp, they cut me greatly.
I've seen enough and know pain.
I'm not old lady, not young apple.
My eyes are wells that flow deep.
I have my path, it leads me higher
my past mistakes aren't eating me.
my salty tears
© Copyright: Екатерина Передереева, 2020
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