In the dark I hear your name.
Someone wispers it in my ear.
I wake up, wonder, when
there will be our precious meeting.
When I am walking alone in the street.
I see people with the same appearence.
All the men have only your face.
All the women are cursed bad witches.
Let the years pass.
Let centures go.
I don't care.
My heart has been fUlfilled.
I 've met you.
Nothing has sense.
You're in me.
It lets me go on living.
In the dark I hear your name
© Copyright: Екатерина Передереева, 2015
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