Treasure Island

Ksania Bezier

(Russian Federation)

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I am here, I hear your lovely trill again
This music leading makes me move
You're walking in the city, like singing in the rain
Ready for a go, for a sound, for a prove

And maybe my silence will remain something better
Than that crowd's voice shouting publicly and loud
But I'll be myself and it will be the matter
When my respect is more than their love

Your trill is so perfect, the sun is rising in the night
But somewhere in my soul lights go out
Fighting with myself, I'm speaking out the truth, it's right
And truth is watching me and shoots me with a sight

All around already started dancing to your tune
They flooded with your rain, and you sing louder
It could happen here, but rain doesn't crush this endless June
And only with the help of spirit will blossom those flowers

Submitted: Thursday, March 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, March 22, 2013
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