It is something worth being seen
In your dagger-like eyes,
In the world of shattered clocks.
It is something worth being felt
In your touch
Which is a bridge between worlds.
It is something worth being built
With a stick, a hammer, a shovel,
Worth being decorated
With flowers and waves,
Sound and silence.
When you learn to see love under cover of coldness,
We will get there and close the only door.
The elves will stay close,
The knights will shine a light
On our world.
(с) Марина Чиянова
2016
Paradise
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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