Longing
Надежда Пилицына
For longing in my chest,
Oh what an easy prey I am!..
The closing of my day
Gives me no peace, no rest.
If only I could fly up and away,
A long, long way...
They say that I should weave a nest and stay.
June 13th, 2013
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Надежда Пилицына
, 2013
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