I want to leave this dirty land.
I wish I needn't to pretend,
I wish somebody saw my heart,
I wish I finally played my part.
I dream of flying through the air
And catching stars in open hands;
To read the books I've wanted to
And be with people I long to,
To collect berries in the woods,
To swim in crystal-clear pond,
I want to warm hands up on fire,
A time I didn't have to hurry,
To kiss someone I deeply love,
To say some caring words and hug.
I wish we lied under the sky,
That's full of stars and legends high.
I wish of the wirld,
Where kindness rules,
Where souls are free
And noone's cruel.
I wish I could go to the Moon
Or somewhere where the flowers bloom.
Somewhere where the flowers bloom
© Copyright: Ксения Пучкарева, 2017
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