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Frail, frail world of hidden passions
beneath that pure, blue, lightened sky..
And me - surrounded by Thy beauty
in this sweet, warm yet empty day.
River's reaching for the sea and
I'm still walking all alone.
See me there - on the shoulder
of the mountain blurred in sin.
Mist is drowning in my hair
pushing me as hard as thin
stream of air not belonging
to that scary looking cave.
Just another day to spare -
longing for my dreams to be.

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2007 ©