We come and go…
Without realizing
That we have come,
And we'll be gone.
Sun rising…
And Sun setting..
It is the minutes,
It is the hours,
It is the time
Of our lives,
Somehow
Passing by…
Important days
Repeat themselves.
We celebrate them
In the way we can.
Are they for us?
Or we are for them?
They’re marking
What we have to say,
Or give, or take
To one or from…
It does not matter
We belong…
................2007
We belong...
© Copyright: Наталия Романенко, 2008
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