I'm standing on the grave
of my unbroken faith
and looking through the darkness
unhopelessly with successes.
My past's still knocking on my door
I can not take it anymore
These spirits call me on the west
they said to me I'll find the rest
Won't feel the bitterness today
cause I have turned another way
All sacred copyes of your lies
will set so deep in fullmoon lights
Annoying past
© Copyright: Оля Мурашка, 2009
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Very cool poem. I liked it very much. The only thing (and by no means do I think that it is a bad thing, but a good thing instead!)is that even though it is written in English, I can feel the presence of the russian soul in it. It actually gives the poem more depth.
All the Best!
Helen.
Елена Бингхэм 25.09.2009 19:37 • Заявить о нарушении
All the Best!
Helen.
Елена Бингхэм 25.09.2009 19:37 • Заявить о нарушении
Thanks)
I wrote this verse when I was 13 years old, I think it's not so bad for this age, but anyway I'll notice your view for my future versing)))
Оля Мурашка 25.09.2009 19:50 Заявить о нарушении
I wrote this verse when I was 13 years old, I think it's not so bad for this age, but anyway I'll notice your view for my future versing)))
Оля Мурашка 25.09.2009 19:50 Заявить о нарушении