A flow of mistakes
But still so charismatic,
I wish I could see you
T correct them all.
You're made of fire
And you fly through my dreams
Like a light touch of the wind.
Let's cross all the borders together
While the world falls asleep.
Your charm
Is as deep as the Mariana Trench,
And it burns like a falling asteroid.
Your voice
Is as sacred as the runic whisper
Of Odin
And as powerful.
A flow of mistakes
Means nothing
As long as you shine.
Your voice
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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