My eyes are full of lonely stars
And fingers catch the wind.
They cover pain and cover scars
Which show that I've sinned.
What is this world? What is the role?
I can just see the hue:
This meek and quiet immortal soul
Will die without you.
I listened to a snowy dove
While praying from the start.
The thoughts about faded love
Destroy and heal my heart.
Please, don't leave me here.
Tragedy
© Copyright: Диана Погорелова, 2019
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