My perfect world is something in the air,
my perfect world is something untouchable,
my only world is the soul,
my eyes are the only language I speak,
my only care I have is placed in my hands,
my all love is in me.
And I’m blessed having my spirit even though I suffer often because of its existence..
and I cry when praying
and I smile when praying
and I feel the presence of mystery
the peace comes after with the soundest sleep that ever could be
Because I have talked to you, the Demiurge
It all starts and ends with gyre
if I dare..
© Copyright: Егяна Мамедова, 2003
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