~ F A N T A S Y~
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He left, no words, and he is gone...
I feel myself like empty sphere,
Because of You, my sweetest dear,
The life has put it's quiet gun...
The death was whispering sometimes,
That she is coming near, near,
Like she was trying make it clear:
- Don't struggle, you will never rise!
And you're somewhere THERE now,
Alone in emptiness, and crowd
Of cold, and empty hands, and eyes...
No kisses, hugs, no smiles since then,
That I have felt, that daily ran -
Is loneliness my awful "prize"?
*ЯR*
o8.o9.2o15
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Руслана Войнович/первая страница/
http://www.stihi.ru/2015/09/08/4387
Would Never Happen... sonnet. Eng
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