I'm feeling lonely day by day.
It seems to me-the sky is grey.
It seems that every day and night
I'm looking for advice or light.
But all my life is only fight?
I'm fighting with myself tonight.
It's so hard to understand...
Friends always gave me their hands,
They always told me:"You should rest!
Without pain!Without past!
You shouldn't love him,as you do!
He'll never understanding you!"
The day as always?all the same.
Thay tride to help,but it's just game.
The game betwen my life and I,
Between my soul,across my mind.
I'm never understanding tham,
Thay problems solve?I'm felling tham.
Одиночество
© Copyright: Екатерина Прохоренко, 2006
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Alone… ‘T will be the way (to paradise?
To innocence? To being saint? To virtue?)
From our queer world of closed ears and eyes,
And counting - do confess it! - your own creatures…
You seem to live, you seem to feel and love.
You’re similar to all the rumours-guesses…
But here, from up the skies, a snow-white dove
Comes down into your hand in silent blessing.
Евгения Жаркова 15.06.2006 16:25 • Заявить о нарушении
To innocence? To being saint? To virtue?)
From our queer world of closed ears and eyes,
And counting - do confess it! - your own creatures…
You seem to live, you seem to feel and love.
You’re similar to all the rumours-guesses…
But here, from up the skies, a snow-white dove
Comes down into your hand in silent blessing.
Евгения Жаркова 15.06.2006 16:25 • Заявить о нарушении