My beating heart

Heart is biting as powerful as the flash drive, laying on my chest, is shaking.

I’m talking to myself in English while walking in the street, trying to create a poem but vainly.

I love my dreams as they obey my mind.

Sometimes I desperately want to take my biting heart into my hands and feel that electric impulse of life which runs through human’s body.

I love the God, I know that he always helps when I’m asking with all my heart.

…have to publish the post as the battery is low.

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