How strong it must be soul of yours
That burns along with darkest curse
Of being left without light
Through shining day and ghosty night.
How strong it must be soul of yours
Rejecting love with no remorse,
Without doubt, without hope,
Just having heart on broken rope.
How strong it must be soul of yours
In lonely dreams among the force
That goes like sword through feelings deep
Alive and needed but asleep.
How strong it must be soul of yours
For waiting years of passing doors
Reflecting song which was once mine
And not forgotten...And divine...
The soul of yours
© Copyright: Анжелика Синкевич, 2016
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