Your withered roses in the vase - reminder...
And all your letters can't be read again --
Both they and love were thrown in the fire,
It was my fault, it was another Pain...
You slammed the door behind my very fear,
It pierced through me and broke my little world.
I failed to cry, I whispered "oh, me dear..."
...Ahead of time my pure life was spoilt .
when you are gone
© Copyright: Аня Лелецкая, 2011
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It is very charming but there is not enough lyrical ecstasy in this poem,I think.Good luck!
Тим Койотов 16.07.2012 11:51 • Заявить о нарушении
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