There’s no place to go and no time to run.
Your thoughts break into pieces your roads
As If you are an errant blinded by the sun
In desert of your dreams which erodes.
There’s no way for you and no chances for us -
Your mind-platform aren’t reached by all trains.
We broke ourselves like porcelain fragile cups
And now fragments pierce into your veins.
Cause you know it’s so hard to forgive unforgivable things
And go on to wake up every day with inanimate smile.
I can’t’ blame your decision one day to stamp out my dreams
Because I was putting them under your feet for a while.
Fragments of broken glass
© Copyright: Анна Иволга, 2012
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