My Heart

My heart avoids the heavy rains,
My heart dislikes the winter cold,
My heart can't stand the grayish days,
My heart hates becoming old.

My heart is so devoted to the sun,
My heart is willing to the night,
My heart longs for the stars,
My heart wishes the wind light.




Poetry by Alla Antares
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Written on 2007-03-06 at 11:06

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