Somebody told me that I’ve lost myself
Spirit went out, flow away, almost streaming.
Look for my soul - it must be on the shelf
Where old dusty books are dreaming
They made me believe I’m digging my grave
Got ready to jump there with promptness.
Smiling, I slide on the murderous wave
Throwing my thoughts... strange and countless
08/05/2005
Lost myself
© Copyright: Анна Стессель, 2010
Свидетельство о публикации №110042405341
Свидетельство о публикации №110042405341
Рецензии