My soul is my sunrise
My spirit is my ghost
My heart is my "will rise"
My fellow is my loss
My passion is my fire
My desire is my wing
My tenderness is my inside tiger
My glare is my outside show
My life is my never-ending story
My day is it's part
Each hour shows the way of glory
Better than each minute tries
I wish the air was fire -
- The smoke would make me sick
And then you'd come from Heaven
To cure my illness weak...



Written by
Dasha
2001.