My Bridges
Whenever I am sad, I can always hide
Behind the beauty and the purity
Of the language
Whenever I am sad, I want to believe
In that wonderful truth that I can hide
Among the words
They blaze with deep magic, I collect them
And form into bridges, so I can
Travel everywhere
Copyright © Vesna Kovrlija | Year Posted 2013
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