It was so nice, this sacred instance
But it will not forever last.
It will remain all in the distance
In roads of not returning past.
I sing the songs for unforgiven
But no one listens to them though…
There is a force by which I'm driven
To where God only really knows.
I seek the truth and secret knowledge,
Try to create the strongest things.
In this fast stream I live my slow age
And see no ends from the begins.
And I will go into the shadows
To make the record of my days…
You will not find this depth in shallows
Amongst the words which were not said.
Life will be simple, maybe cosy,
You will be proud of the achieved.
But I as always will stay frozen
And keep imprisoned all my dreams.
04.06.2017
Instance
© Copyright: Ольга Вахтина, 2017
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