I am looking through the window
And see pity on your face.
I can't say, that it was life
Without your grace.
I want answers on my questions,
But forget, that you will lie.
No emotions, no answers,
In thoughts we cry.
In old notes are no senses,
And talents was in the sins,
All poems to you was burned,
You stopped my dreams.
I am want sold own soul,
Cause there so many pain,
And I can't return all words, that
You are said someday.
Broken dreams, words and illusions,
That you leaved, but why for me?
No answers on my questions,
But it must be.
I am looking through the window,
Rain is like a waterfall,
But something is really changed
Inside my soul.
Inside my soul
© Copyright: Василий Колесниченко, 2009
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