I'm lying silent, almost dead.
Mistakes bring nothing but the dread.
I try to rise my heavy head,
But feel how thoughts are turning mad.
Nowhere to hide.
Nowhere to go.
That's one way ride.
I can't say "no"
But then at once spring wind has blown
It's something fresh, but something known.
It's something light and something bright.
It gives me strength to win the fight.
And after challenge goes to past,
I feel amazed by her contrast.
I sense how much we are alike,
Together climbing on one pike.
The cliffs look hursh,
But we will stand.
One day we'll marsh,
When battles end.
That day I will be close to you.
And then we'll say the phrase "We knew"
Remembering the duels we have passed,
Recalling building our trust.
We
© Copyright: Артём Агличев, 2012
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