* * *
You're far away from me right now,
But I'll get used to it somehow.
Though aching is my broken heart,
And poor my soul is torn apart.
You're gone and taken by the land
Where heart of mine will never mend,
Where all the things are simply wilted,
And where my feelings will be jilted.
And now I wander, as a rover
I know, my way will soon be over.
The bell of cloister softly chimes –
There's only death and no more rhymes.
You re far away
© Copyright: Артур Тухикян, 2004
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