Ekaterina Polischuk (20.08.1987)
One day the weather was upset,
Cold wind and rain ruffled waves,
They sang unfriendly, tears met,
Devoured thoughts as soul slaves.
A man just saw the water edge,
He ran and ran to lose the pain,
But was in agony of stage,
Had funky heart and tired brain.
He was afraid to share love,
To open soul of the stone,
He was an eagle eating dove,
He was a star, he was alone.
He prayed for freedom of the blood,
But did not know a future way,
It was impossible in mud
The words about freedom say.
He was a part of other heart,
And stood in darkness of the night,
He should just stay or going start,
He could see nothing, sleeping might.
But future had a magic steak
To give the chance for happiness.
He was unusual, ugly, freak,
But had with angel wedding mass.
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