Jump
Light winks off the surface of the lakeThe trees whisper
The flower behind your ear sings with the
Colour on my lips
And we dare to whisper
To the wind on the lake what we want
We hold hands tightly and jump
From the familiar dock into unknown
waters that wash away the stories
Of the unworthy woman
Poetry by Maija Liepins
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Written on 2017-04-02 at 01:41
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