It is time for us to lose ourselves
In one particular night,
For one particular reason.
To know we're almost saints
In front of sinners of this world.
I'm too proud of knowing you,
Knowing a shade of your voice,
Your smile
And a bunch of flourishing values....
Take me to the country of tulips
So that I could follow my soul
And forget my fears,
So that I could start anew
Breathing in the everlasting glowing
Light and the fragrance of the sea.
Your mystery
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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