This world is like a forest
-The darkest and the loudest.
Trees there's our lifes,
Which shine or die at nights.
Sometimes I'm looking through the dark
-There's nothing new, no only spark,
That could lead us through the years
And protect us from the tears.
Stars there only falling down,
Fools somehow got a crown,
And everyone don't know 'bout goodness,
It was lost in the darkness
Long ago...
Buried in the snow...
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Our world today
© Copyright: Алексеева Мария 25, 2025
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