It’s oh so quiet, as if it all a fault
I didn’t wait for it, but it’s so close
To leave, but not to leave a message
To be awake, as if I never slept
Not after, but instead of all this
I want to leave, but not to stay
There’s no purpose in remembrance
Here it’s to hard to stick
They go nearby, they go away forever
And I’m too cold, don’t want to follow them
No fever stayed in all what gave me fever
There is no memory of what will happen then
It’s just a custom, I got used to look at
The drops of water, which wash down days
The match has burned, no light will find me
I hide in shadows, until the morning comes
So quiet
© Copyright: Евгений Чеглаков, 2006
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Very beautiful and genuily.
Thanks for suc nice poem.
With smile and respect
Vera))
Поэт Бездомный 02.01.2006 21:18 • Заявить о нарушении
Thanks for suc nice poem.
With smile and respect
Vera))
Поэт Бездомный 02.01.2006 21:18 • Заявить о нарушении
Thank You, Vera!!!
It's so nice of You.
Glad to meet You here...!
Евгений Чеглаков 02.01.2006 21:52 Заявить о нарушении
It's so nice of You.
Glad to meet You here...!
Евгений Чеглаков 02.01.2006 21:52 Заявить о нарушении
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