Finestre, перевод на английский
Doors of lives that we will never know.
Doors of cages where the beasts sit close
Feeling lonliness that can't be strode.
Windows are the freedom doors
Closed tightly so as none can pass.
Full of deep remorse...
At times
Thoughts are knocking softly at the glass...
28.08.12
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Windows.Eyes of houses.
Time to sleep,but they wide open
They are..They are shining
Streets & people are what they look at
We think we look in windows
But there windows look in our souls
And know all our secrets
Will they keep these till sky falls?
Иван Войлочников 20.12.2012 19:38 Заявить о нарушении