Maria Shipka

Biography of Maria Shipka

Mine soul is like a cradle,
of an unforeseen blasts.
Who knows me inside,
where hidden is the power,
which would be able my soul
once calm, presently restless,
with the only one word to hush? Updates

Penelope´s Crying

My soul-mate,
My lord,
my hero...

Where you´re,
Where ramble you?
along which ways
your legs today´s

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