Burning letters
Brightly shine in the smoke of night...
And with them
Our love is dying in the Devil's fire...
My hand,
That wrote them with saint love and hope,
Have destroyed them
With weak heart - angry and cold...
I know
That life didn't yet prove their truth...
But remember:
If there was lie, it was made only by you...
My choose
Was free, but you wasn't like a slave...
This step
Was fatal, that brought our love to grave...
Burning Letters
© Copyright: Юлия Суржикова, 2006
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The love has died,
But the life proceeds.
Is very well written.
Come to me.
Yours faithfully
Александра Ведерникова 14.04.2006 14:23 • Заявить о нарушении
But the life proceeds.
Is very well written.
Come to me.
Yours faithfully
Александра Ведерникова 14.04.2006 14:23 • Заявить о нарушении