Let my body be washed with the rain,
As long as my body will not end in vain.
I don't care by whom, or by how, or by when,
As long as I'm dry till the end.
I don't feel like I am on land,
But I still feel like my feet's on the sand.
I don't care by when, or by whom, or by how,
I wanted to sink somehow.
I don't care if you save me,
As long as my body will die in the sea,
I don't care by when, or by how, or by whom,
As long as I die with the moon.
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Simple Poems from a Simple Heart
ПоэзияWhen inspiration has struck me from who knows what, I kinda made a poem out of it. Thus, whenever I think of such, I write it here.