Fly to the Moon…
It takes apart,
In afternoon,
Oh, broken heart.
I know as well,
As understand.
Imagine Hell
And take the end.
A time to play
This game we’ll lose.
We must to pay,
We must to choose…
A melting snow
On frozen lips,
I’ll do a bow,
Don’t want to miss.
Then Demon steals
My heart away
I am his meals,
But what I may?
Just only my
Small bit of peace
In raining sky
I'll never miss…
Fly...
© Copyright: Лауниэр, 2006
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