Cold winter winds blow through my soul:
They fill an emptiness that she had left,
When ripped my heart and made a hole...
Her face became eternal sorrow's cleft.
Her skin got pale, green eyes turned grey…
Even my distant dreams can’t reach her now.
As Shakespeare's character at night I pray
For winds to calm, and rainy skies to bow.
Hollow winds
© Copyright: Дениска Иванов, 2011
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