Here's the darkest day of soul
That day I really felt alone
So rainy, foggy, truly dull.
Around just me, I'm only one.
I want a thunder, want a storm.
In case I'd cried there all alone
It would help me to feel so warm
I wish it'd said my silly clone.
I want to hear a thunderclap
Sometimes it people so attracts
I wish to hear them in the gap
Between their selfish,stupid chats.
The darkest day of soul
© Copyright: Екатерина Поздеева, 2012
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