Sometimes...
sometimes…
And I forget about all,
sometimes…
I don’t care of them at all,
sometimes…
I think they’re ugly, dull and small,
sometimes…
But when I look into my soul,
sometimes…
I see the dark and empty hole,
sometimes…
I think, I’ll something new install,
sometimes…
I’m sure; quite sure, I love them all,
sometimes…
Of course, I feel, I love YOU all,
sometimes…
Sometimes…
7/04/10.
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The poem is wonderful but I don't believe in empty holes of your soul...
Otherwise you wouldn't have written so many frank and pleasant verses...
With warmth
Violetta ))
Виолетта Сакович 26.02.2012 10:42 Заявить о нарушении
Best wishes from Frieda.
Фрида Шутман 27.02.2012 15:49 Заявить о нарушении
Good luck to you!
With best wishes
Violetta
Виолетта Сакович 27.02.2012 17:40 Заявить о нарушении