The slowly and cloudy stream
Of my days
With sunbeams danced on surface..
Never aimed to be count as perfect,
But for sure, always wanted to be loved.
Though, like a river, I ran from the start,
Left my fears and my thoughts to the others
Or drowned them, not letting them follow
And hid them as deep as I could.
So now I don't have a wound...
Mariana Trench somewhere inside.
(17.08.22)
The Mariana trench
© Copyright: Гульназ Шафигуллина, 2022
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