I Live In Poems
May be I was born here,
in the middle of lies and fear,
but inside me I know -
here has never meant to be my home.
I may not have fairy wings
but after my shoes the ground sings.
I may not have halo or a magic power,
but in my eyes you see thousands of flowers.
I may look too simple to you,
but inside me is what is true -
princess, witch, cloud and wind,
dеmon, owl, whisper or a scream,
I collect all the colours and the sounds
and turn them into muses in my mind.
I live in poems. And one day I’ll die for art.
And there is always music in my heart.
08.06.2014г.
гр. Сопот
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