Ashes of my constantly burning feelings,
My heart is feelings only your name,
In my blood just of sadness there's full boul,
My light dreams are always in frame.
Don't need ashes but pity through them away,
Because of this I carry them forever,
My sad longing continues day by day,
I get and understand bitter sense of Never.
Sadness became my sister and brother,
Became my Mother and became Father,
Probably I won't feel something another,
My gloomy inner world will never be other.
I desperately don't want to lose
Part of me that was shining at past,
Sight by sight I'm knowing thus,
That I won't be first as well as the last.
Only wind is my one real friend,
Only wind understanding my sad love,
Only wind will present me a stand,
That will help me get anger from above…
Only the wind
© Copyright: Алина Котлев, 2023
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