Saniya Galeyeva

Silver Star - 3,335 Points (08.05.1986 / Russia, Orenburg region, Sorochinsk)

God Sold My Poor Soul - Poem by Saniya Galeyeva

God sold my poor soul
For nothing, for a penny.
I was left alone.
And nobody could save me.

I was like a tree,
A lonely tree at the road.
But you said: 'Love me! '
You helped me stop feeling cold.

Your lips touched my hand.
Are you a saint or a fool?
Oh, tell me, my friend,
Did you break any strict rule?

You are not an angel.
I do understand it now.
You are my danger,
My passion and my fallen love.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 22, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, April 23, 2012

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