Silver moon on heavens
Keeps silence in her heart,
She leaves her lying home,
Life’s there became so hard.
She walks along the streets,
And all around is the same:
Cold and dirt is everywhere,
She walks without her name.
She goes away,
To dreams world,
Far away.
In this so tangled game
There’s no friend,
Who calls her name.
She walks under cold rain,
Near there’s only wind’s call,
Her tears for a memory remains,
She walks along the wall.
The place for one her sweet dream
Is in her wounded heart,
All bridges to her past were burnt,
Where she loved, loved so hard.
She
© Copyright: Василий Колесниченко, 2009
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