I’m cry, and rain into my head.
I’m die, I feel you everywhere…
Your acute knife inside my soul,
Can’t stand no more! I’m killed at all...
My heart can’t break, I’m shut in cage.
I make mistake – my glance is strange.
And life is bore about my way
Without you all things the same
You far away, you never back.
I go and stay in my old track…
Through I was late you must be strong!
Don’t try the fate if you will wrong.
I
© Copyright: Оксана Гущина, 2007
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