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Mar 2017
I seek for it all the time,
I walk the roads looking.
Searching for a spark
The will reanimate me.

That one spark would be
The reason I live on
The prize I fight for
The music of my heart.

And no, that's not love,
I  wanna hurt myself no more.
And no, that's not hatred,
I've plenty of it for sure.

It's just a dream,
Someone else distant land,
Where I could stay forever,
There I would find my place.

It's just an idea,
A sacred treasure of wind's.
That could care about in peace.
That I could bring to life with a wish.

So won't you give me a spark,
I swear my freedom I'll defend.
I will transform into my breath,
So it can guide through the summer pain.
Geez, no time to even create some poems.
Sorry, m'fellows
Dmytro from Trotskiev
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Dmytro from Trotskiev  21/M/Ukraine
(21/M/Ukraine)   
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