Many people are running
Running through the rain.
I hear some rumbling
Of a passing train.
It’s a tear-stained day,
Umbrellas all over
Are making their way...
I have to get over
The pain and the grief,
I have to forget you
To get a relief.
Why did I meet you?
To see you have gone
One day through the rain?
To cry all day long,
To roam through the rain?
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There’s no love in your eyes
And I wanted to rise
High in the sky
Not scaring to die...
But I can’t make a stroke
As my sorrow broke
The wings that could fly
High in the sky...
2 small poems in English
© Copyright: Виктория Генрих, 2008
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