сряда, 9 декември 2015 г.


Take me to the moors
in a cold and misty morning, 
when the world around me sleeps
and I don't know where I'm going.

There I'll find You in the fog
where the noise around me seizes.
And I'll see You as my Rock
as wisdom comes in little pieces.

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