No more worrying about this Nothing,
No more trembling of innocent love
That is helpless, unstable and passing
Like a short imperceptible puff
Doesn’t matter – you smile or you shout,
No regret for the days that are gone
There’s a question I’m thinking about:
Am I worthy of being alone ?
If your answer is “yes” – I’ll stop flashing,
If it’s “no” – won’t believe you at all
And will live till my hair is ashen
With no love and nobody to call
Still I doubt which way brings more pleasure:
That’s according to feelings or mind ?
After all, time will judge what’s the treasure.
Cheer up! And to me don’t be kind
Back to Reality
© Copyright: Оксана Линовицкая, 2012
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