The world is large,
But I`m alone,
Like on the bottom crying stone,
Like amour, but without bow –
With broken darts and happless love.
Just open gates in darkness abys
Are greeting in embrace of silent,
Around are deserted irelend
They`re foretelling my swift disease.
I`m ploding along wastelands, my eyes
Can`t see because of salt of tears
I want to live in love, in bliss
But nothing passed away`ll live twice!!!
Loneliness and melancholy...
© Copyright: Булгаков Я-Ра-Слав, 2006
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