No time on your disposal,
No direction to run away...
Soul, caught by attractive proposal,
Can't belong to itself from that day:
It's asleep with a dream so pleasant and fine
Where gold future time is achieved...
But the one is being locked in the present time
-One in whom that soul once lived.
Year 2005
Great Hopes
© Copyright: Евгения Королева 3, 2014
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