Tomorrow's morning is alone
Just like it is today.
The day is covered with the clouds
To make the feelings grey.
Today I don't believe the fate
That comes to see my sorrow.
I know it perfectly: it's late
To make it act tomorrow.
The crying loneliness made me
To feel my creative powers.
It is so wonderful to be
A poet... Spending hours
On what I think, on what I want....
There is no concentration....
There is no difference between
My madness and my passion.
It's wonderful to have such wings
They help to cross the sky.
They help to find the way in dreams
Tomorrow and tonight.
Tomorrow and tonight
© Copyright: Эвелин Флоримель, 2011
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