ALONE
Gabrielle посв.
23.11.02.
I speechless walked through silent lands
No sound I heard, no word I spoke.
Somebody’s blood has stained my hands,
But whose it was – this name I choked.
I breathless strayed in barren dreams,
My head your wounded hands did stroke.
I charmed the Moon through Chakram’s rim –
And then again ALONE awoke.
For now my tears’ve already dried,
In disbelief my soul was sore,
I’d better be re-crucified,
Than see the stigmas of your gore.
The ashes filled the graval urn.
The Death and Life tell bitter lores.
But I still hope that you’ll return.
In life and death my soul is yours.
Alone
© Copyright: Атемова Анна, 2003
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