I wish I were a unique bird,
Could breathe and soar in open space,
So that I could not say a word
Accusing for boundless disgrace.
There is no beauty on your face,
If only I could see a trace
Of as it seemed eternal love.
I can’t revive a sacred place
In our souls of wasted days.
The pain corrodes me from inside
As though there were a ruthless fight
Between my justice and your pride.
I wish my efforts helped me find
The everlasting divine light.
It’s vital that we’d realize our treacheries.
And even if there is no love in our eyes,
There is another thing by nature soundless,
That’s given birth and never dies.
It’s emptiness.
If it should get into your consciousness,
A dreadful callousness will make our thoughts insane.
Let it be so! It is inevitable thing:
We’ll never find our happiness again…
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© Copyright: Май Июнь, 2010
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