The slowly and cloudy stream
Of my days
With sunbeams danced on surface..
Never aimed to be count someone perfect,
But for sure always wanted be loved.
Though as river i ran from the start,
Leaved my fears and my thoughts to the others
Or drowned them, not letting them follow
And hided them deep as i could.
So now i don't have a wound...
Mariana trench somewhere inside.
(17.08.22)