I’ve seen many roads
On our small planet,
I’ve gone many ways
In our tough world…
The toughest one
Is the road, that’s like
Any other road at first glance
And so specific and scary at second
This is the road where
Nobody can be asked of help
Nobody can hear your screams
Nobody can quite your tears,
Because no one is there.
* * *
The road of loneliness
© Copyright: Татьяна Пименова Поэтесса82, 2006
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Our ways on a planet so are short,
That there is no rest to our hearts...
Юрий Ганимед 26.02.2006 02:08 • Заявить о нарушении
That there is no rest to our hearts...
Юрий Ганимед 26.02.2006 02:08 • Заявить о нарушении
Rest of a heart is like a death.
Thank you for the response!
Татьяна Пименова Поэтесса82 27.02.2006 07:35 Заявить о нарушении
Thank you for the response!
Татьяна Пименова Поэтесса82 27.02.2006 07:35 Заявить о нарушении