Driving on the gray road
On a farewell weather day
All being same old
As my fancies flounder away
Driving on the gray road
Concrete fences shaping the ride
So much left untold
So much still lingers inside
Gate wide open lets me through
Feeling both swallowed and embraced.
All I leave behind is - you.
Which - past or future - is now a waste?
Overcast moods
© Copyright: Евгения Саркисьянц, 2011
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