Feeling free and feeling tattered,
Now I'm standing in the wind.
All around me, broken, scattered,
Rest the pieces of a dream.
Years o'pain and years o'tears.
I could never let them fade.
Hidden joys and shown fears
Are no more. Enough. Too late.
Wise man said: "There is no same river
You can immerse merely twice"
I was childish, I had fever.
I've decided, rolled the dice.
But the past will not surrender,
Ghosts won't let me simply leave.
That's why girl, so sweet, so tender,
In my heart will always live.
Free and Tattered
© Copyright: Иван Кунташов, 2014
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