Heart-scalded, neverending story,
You look inside and see no glory.
Where is the one that takes your breath?
But there is mumbling in the breast.
Without the fear of defeat
You would stay calmly on the feet
If this one person would appear,
The one who talks, the one who hears
Who’d do the things that you desire,
Who’d come to you and light your fire,
The more you wait the more you’re tired,
But pray it wouldn’t be a lier;
An honest one with fare heart,
Who’d play in life the main part!
24.10.2001
The one
© Copyright: Ирина Абрамитова, 2011
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