A big black mouse
Flue in the sky.
You’ve left your home,
But, please, don’t cry.
You’ll find a new world
In the end of a long road.
You’ll find happiness,
For which you fiercely fought.
Don’t think about the past.
You ought to dare at last.
Grey sky with heavy clouds,
The forest’s full of strange sounds.
There is a spitting rain:
Your hair became wet.
Everything may have pain.
The world’s blood is red.
A big black mouse
© Copyright: Натали Васюкович, 2007
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