My Heart Is Spilling Down Poem by Uktamoy Khaldorova

My Heart Is Spilling Down



Down my heart is falling spilling
From a nameless beautiful feeling.
In my embrace free birds dreaming,
Wake up from their sleeps, singing.
Stealing somebody's peace
I enjoy breaking his freedom.
Into light my nights would turn
From picturing the endless dream.

Saturday, September 22, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: birds,freedom
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