I’m the foam of the wave
Which floods the edge of a shackled soul
Protecting dreams by storms which rave
By letting them to never fall
I’m the salt which always heals
And never brings a tear or pain
Turning the stones into the pearls,
And the hurricane in a mild rain
If perfect chances passed by
And I can feel a heart is broken
I break a strip from the clear sky
To write with it a love unspoken
I move the hills from here to there
Making to smile even a plastic doll
For everyone, from anywhere
I haven’t body, just mind and soul.
For what you want to see my face?
It is like yours... just pain and sin...
Facing the end after a grim race
I’ll only lose when the death will win...
No one has taught me what to be
And now, from nothing, what can I save?
I'll never dream to be a sea
As I'm the foam of a wave...
Mariana Eftimie Kabbout
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