tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post7377742190634457766..comments2024-02-20T06:21:03.607+02:00Comments on някъде над покривите на града: Захарен памук и въртележкиРадосвета Аврамова (caribiana)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165932150494540765noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post-8422924219185185812008-10-12T10:16:00.000+03:002008-10-12T10:16:00.000+03:00Candy floss and a merry-go-roundWhen I hear your v...Candy floss and a merry-go-round<BR/><BR/>When I hear your voice - I fancy a rainbow<BR/>and I untie all my plaits of bluish veins<BR/>a fountain I am ,a stream running so low<BR/>somehow I'm endless,made of incessant chains<BR/><BR/>I become insanity fit in these 5 minutes<BR/>I am all the smiles onto the Mother-Earth<BR/>a wonder shines in me, nothing can dim it<BR/>the most, most wonderful (that I deserve) <BR/><BR/>In myself I gather all of the colours<BR/>and all the dizzy spinning Luna park<BR/>Butterflies I have ,my heart's their parlour<BR/>I sink in a purple twinkling Timeless dark<BR/><BR/>Then I slowly subside..absorbing you all<BR/>I wonder: Is that what people call "love" ?<BR/>but when I think for a reason -I simply so "no"<BR/>just wanna keep it... and feel high above...yanbibiyanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11981988288342513238noreply@blogger.com