I was walking down the streets
To forget all dreadfull dreams,
To exclude familiar face
To outlive your poison taste.
I am knocking at your door
On the last unbrocken floor
To believe your airy sky,
To recieve last useless try.
Empty flats have empty rooms
To deceive such lonely fools,
To explore their gloomy brains,
To slow down their busy days.
Do you think that our love
Was a pivot of my life?
No, it was a usual reason
To complete my story easily.
I was walking down the streets
© Copyright: Ева Светлая, 2006
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