Subterfuges and stratagems,
Postcards, flowers, gleaming gems...
Love
a poem of words and sighs.
So, what's the reason, tell me why
It has no body, but has to die?
Why?
© Copyright: Fungible Anabiosis, 2002
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Don’t run away, look at the sky
Instead of life, love has to die.
There are nowadays too many questions,
All our life is only passion.
No need to fear, go ahead
One second you’re alive, second-dead
There is enough ice as a fire,
Just only you and your desire.
Too difficult to make a choice,
Just follow your internal voice.
And if you hear horror scream
Don’t be afraid it’s just life stream.
And someday waking up in bed
You’ll understand that you’re dead.
No more regrets, no any sorrow.
No need to think of day tomorrow.
Людмила Лунева 05.05.2005 09:10 • Заявить о нарушении
Instead of life, love has to die.
There are nowadays too many questions,
All our life is only passion.
No need to fear, go ahead
One second you’re alive, second-dead
There is enough ice as a fire,
Just only you and your desire.
Too difficult to make a choice,
Just follow your internal voice.
And if you hear horror scream
Don’t be afraid it’s just life stream.
And someday waking up in bed
You’ll understand that you’re dead.
No more regrets, no any sorrow.
No need to think of day tomorrow.
Людмила Лунева 05.05.2005 09:10 • Заявить о нарушении
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