Someone used to talk with stars
He believed they leave him never
Used to hear – “come with us”
He was young, alone & clever
He has gave to sky his fate
He believed the sky knows better
where his path. Could not be late
fall in love. It was not matter.
He was sure – it’s rain enough
Been cry for own loneness
Shame on tears, refused of love
He was strong…but was not honest
Had an aim, but had no one
Just the Moon he thought, his mother
But the stars one day have gone
They were need to touch each other…
He was...
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