One drop for sorrow - angel's tear,
One drop for pain - abyssal fear,
One drop for love - your hearts' embrace,
One drop for death - cold lips, cold face.
My heart is filled with drops as these,
But it’s as cold, as winter breeze.
A pretty rose, made out of ice,
Inside my chest, so peaceful, lies.
I do not blame you, I don’t care.
I don’t want vengeance, is that fare?
I only want to end your way,
What else to feel, what else to say?
Crow s Song
© Copyright: Георгий Караванский, 2004
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