A gun that never fired can't be replaced away from pulse
Inside my memories I play a part along my path
A bullet has its way...
I feel blood running through my veins
A scent of unknown flowers remains the long sad story
Who never was taken apart can feel no glory
The road has its lengh...
We're leaking our time being almost faded away
A colour I adore has painted my palms as did long ago
What I have done has not to be shown
One life has its weight...
What precious for us isn't gonna waste
23.06.06
Along my path
© Copyright: Юлия Молдая, 2007
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