My dreams have changed it's been a long time.
The warmth of my hands vanished into the air,
Saying "goodbye, my friend".
And my blue lips flicker
As the northern wind changes it's path,
Tears in my eyes dilute the pain rest from the past.
My fears have gone it's been a long time.
Overwhelming calm make me seem barefooted
Stepping on needles and flames.
So my fingerprints embellish
The smooth sadness of marble gravestones,
Tears from my eyes circle around my white hollow bones.
This time – I've seen – it's been a good fly.
Tenderly you catch the first naive butterflies,
Saying "goodbye" to strives.
As it grows colder and colder,
When the northern wind changes it's path,
I try to say: "rest in my arms, what's gone is now in the past".
Что было, то прошло
© Copyright: Яна Физалова, 2014
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