Feels like stretching all the time,
Every time I feel alive,
Every moment I breath in.
We are given not so much
To stay here right in touch
Knowing what’s real.
Looking at my children’s eyes
Always feels like paradise
But today I leave forever.
I should say them how to live
What they have to forgive,
I won’t be too far, never.
I am so scared to meet death
I should value every breath
When it was so easy.
I must tell the ones I’ve loved
They are now in my blood.
They avoided oblivion.
Why we didn’t have a chance
To fall in love at first glance
With our own life.
Feels like stretching all the time,
Every time I feel alive,
Every moment I breath in.
We are given not so much
To stay here right in touch
Knowing what’s real.
The last day on Earth
© Copyright: Елена Викторовна Борисова, 2021
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