Memories-its all that is left.
Time heals the wounds,
Pain never goes away.
It berries deep inside
Deep down in our heart & scowls.
Those who leave will never come back,
Those who live should never look back.
There is always a BEGINNING
That sooner or later leads to an END
We come and we go within time
We often lose ourselves in Illusion of Life,
The Illusion that Reality does not explain.
Unpredictable, unplanned
We leave the eye side of a day light.
Vanish
© Copyright: Иллюзия Дождя, 2004
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