December 4, 2005
The moon looks through my window.
I see your smile again,
And kiss my lonely pillow,
And feel I all the same.
I used to speak with nothing -
This tacit silence says
That I'm in love, keeps laughing
At me, and makes confess.
The brightness of your feelings
Makes me believe in love:
At night I'm always dreaming
Sending my thoughts to God.
Why is the time so ruthless?
Why feelings are so strong?
When's evil turn to goodness?
I'm tired to be alone!
The shadows of my evening
Are stars, the moon and grief.
I try to catch the meaning.
I'm looking for relief.
Imagining we're closer,
I toe the line of life.
Again I'm with a poser,
Thinking of you at night.
My Night
© Copyright: Юлия Бачурина, 2008
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