My star will never really shine
And won't let love to return back...
I won't feel taste of the sweet wine,
As I will see only hopeless dark crack...
The birds again will never sing for me,
Will sing the songs to someone else...
Their song is magical but strange.
And you will not guess what whence.
What is a happiness? You never know.
If it was real or if it was illusion.
You must to use everywhere snow,
Try think and make your hard conclusion.
And after all your "never" is too strong,
Is cruel and is heartless your "never".
Your way mistaken, way is going wrong
To kill completely your hopeless "forever".
Never
© Copyright: Алина Котлев, 2014
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