She always tries
To stop the lies,
But this is out of her.
Her home is dreams,
Her life is peace, -
And that’s all she lives for!
She turns in something,
Less than nothing
Behind his weird beautiful eyes.
She feels inside,
That she has died, -
Her heart becomes as cold as ice.
The magic light,
Which makes her fight,
Quite deep in the heart is kept.
From pain she feels
Only her dreams
Nothing can save her except…
The best
© Copyright: Алеся Быконя, 2005
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