The love doesn"t come to me.
I simply don"t want to believe it.
My heart has never seen it.
The love doesn"t come to me.
The tears don"t run anymore.
Besides there is no smile,
But only the high and blue sky
Above my head. In the world
There"s nothing as good as the love
And the dreams in the eyes,
When you fly in the sky.
But the next day they melt,
In the memory left
Only one dissapointed look.
It"s a picture drawn in the book.
мой личный фурор
© Copyright: Анна Берде, 2010
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