My way of tears is so long...
And way of happiness was short...
Every your thing is going wrong,
Your vital road does not sort.
And looking in the depth of past
You will revive the brightest shining,
You are not last and not the first
Loosing from hands your dazzling lightning.
My heart was burning like a flame,
And now it must be too cold...
My heart should be in the frame
Of ice, just feeling were told:
Forget of everything , it's time
Of senseless cruel desperation.
And he will be forever mine
In dreams, without causation...
Without causation
© Copyright: Алина Котлев, 2014
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