Thirsty Soul
Lift me of the ground.
Be my wings for I am too weak
to fly on my own.
With a gentle blow rip off the darkness
and set my body free.
All I feel are music drops
soaking in my skin.
Copyright © Danka Sikorska | Year Posted 2015
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