Cold wind blows you behind,
He howls like you inside,
B'cause of soul's pain,
Or he maybe only lates
But you have a mild eye,
But in yourself you are the same with wind,
Calmly breathing in silence,
With biggest storm inside.
And howl wants to evolve in cry
Nobody will say stop,
Buy you allways will howl by
You inner voice in the night.
Cold Rain
© Copyright: Виталий Гуданович, 2007
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