About everything and about nothing

Forgotten yet by world and space
By time that swallows our lives
She went towards the Sun without the trace
With hope to find her own and only line.
The line of destiny that only She’d execute.
The line of poem, that one day She’d write.
But listen, now HE starts the dispute
And She can nothing, but to run.
“My daughter, isn’t this enough?
You’ve tried so hard to stay yourself
You now the only one who’s left
And I’m aware, it is tough.
Come back to Him, He looks for you.
No matter how, no matter what
He’s only man who knows the truth
You are the woman, who gives birth.
You both my creatures
 Rest are dead
My children killed themselves at war.
At war for money, power, glory.
The saddest end for HUMAN STORY”
“It’s not the end” – she whispered in response
I come back home and we will start it over
No more mistakes, and pride no more…
And she woke up…the dream was over.


Рецензии
слушай, а здорово как, а?
за душу берет...
все-таки начало в том, чтоб быть самой собой
так странно... здесь как-то вся ты.
и вроде не ты. какая-то взрослость.
и так дико, что столько твоего оказывается в английском языке...

Рия Аллер   25.04.2008 13:44     Заявить о нарушении
систачка, спасибо за рецку.
ты права - эт вроде я, и не я...
короче, без бутылки не разберешься))))

Юлия Власова-Керр   25.04.2008 16:40   Заявить о нарушении