When I recall just our stirring meeting
With a hollow throbbing of two hearts,
I feel a subtle, smoulding trembling
Now all my hopes turn in to a house of cards.
The slightest touch of the ruthless wind...
At present my eternal dreams have no rescue
Again i lose my purpose and my snowy wings
And implicable time drags on slowly as a glue
I close my eyes and try to see your shape,
But it desolves in my restless memory.
I just swich on an old forgotten tape...
I hear your voice,which destroys my emptiness
Your words, softly spoken,heal my broken soul
I have a power to fly over the oceans of tears
And nobody will prevent me now, so....
And every my tear will turn into pearl....
Memories
© Copyright: Наиля, 2003
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