He left without saying any word,
Without keeping once again my hand,
So much between us two will stay untold,
Until the day his presence will be there…
I still remember how much it hurts,
When broken mirror’s fragments touch my skin,
It seemed to me like all the life on Earth
Became at once so breathless, free and clear…
He is not here, for years, for lives, for deaths,
Alone and broken, waiting on and on
I keep on hoping that the words he said
Will once arise to save this dying world.
And those who will tell me he is dead,
They just have not a clue, what this word means.
My brother is alive as long as I could breath,
I’m carrying him inside my heart and tears.
as long as I could breath
© Copyright: Санта Лова, 2012
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