Well-Grounded Voice

well-grounded voice In a well-grounded voice I used to explain to you Why I'm unable to show What I truly feel. At that time the trees were tiny and books were huge. In a well-grounded voice which I'm used to playing with I used to lose myself to the city I'm so sorry for because it's not a melting pot yet. In a well-grounded voice, looking for an evolution privilege in your eyes, daring to copy and recover your thoughts, daring to rise against you, drifting in your own words, but never going too far from the schedule, I used to watch half of your dreams. Is this getting global or personal? I miss who we used to be. © Maryna Tchianova, 2016