The road leads to the church...
The road to your heart.
The truth I go in search...
I know, to love is an art.
We go separate ways…
We lost our way in the maze of narrow streets.
We'll meet, I dare say.
And you always hope for the front-row seats...
Streets of rain slanted across the road.
A path leads somewhere…
And so I carry my share of the load.
But you know, who cares?
The monsoon rain was still sheeting down.
She is still dear to him…
They are like… the ship, a flying town.
One day they will see!
You re always on my mind
© Copyright: Ольга Расмус, 2013
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