tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post1296893187596986425..comments2024-02-20T06:21:03.607+02:00Comments on някъде над покривите на града: Избрала съм да е така...Радосвета Аврамова (caribiana)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165932150494540765noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post-69957760388090062092009-06-15T23:24:04.163+03:002009-06-15T23:24:04.163+03:00тенкс, Ян :)тенкс, Ян :)Радосвета Аврамова (caribiana)https://www.blogger.com/profile/13165932150494540765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post-91183356440311023652009-06-14T21:25:16.820+03:002009-06-14T21:25:16.820+03:00I have chosen to be this way ...
I don't reme...I have chosen to be this way ...<br /><br />I don't remember sunsets different than those<br />in which the birds are madly falling in love<br />they are leaving small scars into my thoughts<br />a puff of air of butterfly ... ( or a dove )<br /><br />And they make my eyes look like skies - very deep<br />where the colour of blue is needed No One<br />a small piece of love in my hands now sleeps<br />I may not deserve it, because everything's done<br /><br />I only remember these irresponsible sunsets<br />that come and go , they don't ask any questions<br />If I can feel the vast space without them<br />Can I be a bird without them ? ...(no suggestions)yanbibiyanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11981988288342513238noreply@blogger.com