Adopted by the hell.
Dropped by the heaven.
Everything is well,
I'm like a black raven.
Grey clouds are behind me.
They treat me as a trash.
Nobody else can see
The light before be smashed.
Keeping on the sides,
Trying be the best.
I have never lost my mind,
Feeling pain in chest.
Destroyed and than rebirthed,
Forgotten and imprisoned.
I've never been praised with rose,
But I've known the life's main reason.
04.10.10
Unforgived
© Copyright: Анна Воскобойникова, 2010
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