Will my last breath ever last
Inhaling 'now' and breathing 'past'
Or is it just too late for us
For us - to fight.
When I am gone you'll have to stay
Forever drifting on your way
And years will follow day by day
Night after night.
Will you forget or full with hate
You'll come to curse your pain on fate
And tear away the ligh we made.
We made the light.
Or will you drown in flood of years
Until the end arrives and tears
Away your life with pains and fears
With dark and bright.
Remember me when I am gone
And then - go, bury with the dawn
The heart to which I do belong
And when it stops to weep and mourn
Come - live without me by your side...
The plead
© Copyright: Нахве Эн Досирак, 2008
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Really glad that she is able to let him go. The dead mustn't stand in the way of the living. This reminded me one more time of one good phrase - "To gain your freedom you have to give it" ("Always")
Пьер Бурдогон 14.03.2008 23:48 • Заявить о нарушении
Пьер Бурдогон 14.03.2008 23:48 • Заявить о нарушении
Thank you, Pierr, you are very kind.
You've felt the deed like I did.
Sincerely yours
Nahve
Нахве Эн Досирак 15.03.2008 11:03 Заявить о нарушении
You've felt the deed like I did.
Sincerely yours
Nahve
Нахве Эн Досирак 15.03.2008 11:03 Заявить о нарушении