Bring me hopes

I am tired and my back is in the spasms,
Muscles - knotted piece of solid black topaz.
I’ve got drained by offences and all squabbles,
I will not engage in all the nasty quarrels.

There is blackness that is hanging on the strings
of the waves the grey melancholy will bring.
And the hatred living deep within the soul
is what kills the world and gives me tears’ bowl.

I am tired in my dreams, but cannot scream
worries fill my daily life like muddy streams.
I am weary of the pain’s dark sarcasm
I want sun and smiles to give me new carcass;

shield me from the daily trouble of this world
bring me hopes and let me never grow too old…


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Perfect!

Соломея   26.01.2006 10:02     Заявить о нарушении
It is far from perfection. Thank you for your kind appraisal
Cheers
:))))

А Н Е Л   02.02.2006 05:22   Заявить о нарушении
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