Love is a prison for someone,
But love have a wings like a bird.
And we can fly in the sky with the wind,
Revealing other worlds,
Or wait in dark cell in silence with rats,
Feeling sorry yourself,
And listen how pain is pulling your slim strings
Of swollen nerves.
Death is the end of the long line
Of road! But this thought is not for me:
After death will be something else-
That’s what I see.
I don’t know what it will be.
Maybe: Heaven or Hell.
Will be another life with blue sky
Or full of pain.
My choice is not your, my voice is not call
To do everything like it’s doing I.
You have your own head, you can decide.
You can find the door in your wall!
Take Your Choice
© Copyright: Александр Рождествин, 2008
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