You keep calling me
While I stand by the sea,
The last moments of peace
And my soul gets release.
You keep popping up
In my wildest dreams,
And your face is an icon
Of the highest celestial streams.
Hold on to my hand,
Maybe we'll understand somewhat later,
We've got so much to mend,
I still carry out all these matters,
No one could love you better.
You keep popping up
In my wildest dreams,
And your face is an icon
Of the highest celestial streams.
Starlight in our dreams
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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