Breaking words we disappear from liquid life,

trying to touch we stay blind,

lost in our lies we never find way out,

and wings will not grow up…

Lying on a grass we feel falling clouds on our lips.

I smell you again.

You breath is frozen and I am stone waiting for a flash to warm me up.

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