You were born So silently Into this world Rolled out of me Like a cue ball Sacred within Its mystic call Of 'want to be' Did I believe? Like magic spells Between our eyes My soul converts Above blood ties Your sweet sojourn Binds my existance To this term This time and place Do I believe? Yet somehow you The apple of my eye Will once turn loose To lead your life Diminished shall The strings become That seem now Irreplaceable Will I believe?

Aleksandra Kocmut - Kerstin