Tear behind tear,
It doesn't stop,
The feeling of fear,
That love is too short.
The voices in the head,
The thoughts in your brain
It is the end, it is the end,
The cold tear rain
On the bed.
This clear heard with heat,
With faith of something true
But the stories repeat and repaet,
But tears become really clue.
What happened?
Why so?
How are you?
The silence is dreadfully sad.
The cold tear rain on the bed.
This clear kind soul with hope,
Wth fair of something important,
But something new is false,
And she is waiting for the portent.
The cold tear rain
© Copyright: Дарья Дюжакова, 2014
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