The peoples have already gone,
Is there a point to leave the path?
If there was night, there would be dawn.
The anger one time turns to wrath.
If there were players, there was game.
If there were words, there could be truth.
I have a voice to call your name,
I have a chance. But it's no use.
You live your life like butterfly,
I live my life like concious bee.
You spend your time to play and lie,
I spend my time to work and be.
If there is life, there should be aim,
We can accept it or refuse.
I have a voice to call your name,
I have a chance. But it's no use.
The pleasure once can turn to pain,
We don't expect, but it appears.
And lovely dialogs seem inane,
What caused a smile brings only tears.
If there was spark, there would be flame,
If we should act, at first we choose.
I have a voice to call your name,
I have a chance. But it's no use.
No use
© Copyright: Мария Криксунова, 2016
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