tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post4672245264530585654..comments2024-02-20T06:21:03.607+02:00Comments on някъде над покривите на града: Където свършват думите...Радосвета Аврамова (caribiana)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165932150494540765noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post-21825343635035074562009-11-02T17:50:45.580+02:002009-11-02T17:50:45.580+02:00When the words are over
I love Him ... Haven'...When the words are over<br /><br />I love Him ... Haven't I told you ?<br />I loved Him even when I was invisible<br />I loved him when together with the wind<br />we cuddled in the hairs of summer peacefully<br />I loved Him when i was transparent<br />And I lingered on green grass together with Rain<br />I loved Him while striding like a fairy<br />unseen and tiny among starry flame<br />I loved Him , when a mermaid I was<br />when I was a princess I loved Him, too<br />I loved Him when I was white , I was sure<br />hiding myself in the birds impromptu <br />I loved Him when I was losing Him<br />In the spiral eyes of the infinity<br />I love Him ...Haven't I told You<br />much more than my freedom - He's my divinity ....yanbibiyanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11981988288342513238noreply@blogger.com