Days passing by, year after year,
Taking us to the land of wonder,
Where we will happy and complete,
Where we will finally to fit
In nature life where we were born,
Where our souls will never torn
In many pieces, like a cake,
Where we will happy for God sake,
With many friends are all around,
With happiness that will be found
In simple things, like smile and talk,
Where we will happy just to walk
To our friends and say "Hello",
Kissing them on the cheek, shake hand,
Knowing that life will never end
Until we are like puzzle bound,
Until we live on sinful land.
Days passing by
© Copyright: Ося Некрасова, 2007
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