When sky is filled with heavy clouds
And mudy rain falls down on earth,
There is no place for gentle bows,
No place for honoured kings and lords...
When there's nobody around
And only distant clang of swords
Forever buried under mounds --
It's music playing just one chord...
When silence is the only sound,
And sadness takes a place of mirth,
When soul is nothing, but a wound --
It's solitude or loneliness...
02.11.2009
Loneliness
© Copyright: Николай Порада, 2009
Свидетельство о публикации №109110207952
Свидетельство о публикации №109110207952
Рецензии