I feel the heartbeat in your hand,
That will be spreading till the end.
I know it will not die today,
It will be shining as a ray.
But only scars that on your arm
Are full of blood, they're really harm.
And there is no sense to hide them now,
You have to kill them, you do know how.
Just draw a picture of your life,
Where you are living without strife,
While showing hands to whole world,
All the people give you applause.
Heartbeat
© Copyright: Зарема Бекирова, 2013
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