The water is running , the water is pouring,
I hear the steps and the muffled "good morning".
I want to turn back, but the sound of rain
Somehow takes care of my burning pain.
I know, I know, there will be the others,
I am trying to picture the sky with pink clouds,
And where he went, and who met him up there,
And how it rains and the world doesn't care.
And how they'll have their waffles and coffee,
And take him away from the room like a trophy.
He never belonged to his Indian doctor,
He didn't before so why will he after?
And how pathetic I look in this white,
And how I aged twenty years last night.
The water is running, the water is pouring,
He is in the rain. And he smiles - Good morning!
Crying nurse
© Copyright: Оля Слепченко, 2008
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god, it's beautiful. wish i was able to put my pathetic thoughts together just to create such magic.
я Не я 02.09.2008 08:49 • Заявить о нарушении
я Не я 02.09.2008 08:49 • Заявить о нарушении
Thank you. No magic. Just real life.
Your English is very good.
Оля Слепченко 03.09.2008 00:51 Заявить о нарушении
Your English is very good.
Оля Слепченко 03.09.2008 00:51 Заявить о нарушении
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