Now I realize:
This feeling has no size,
It has no shape
And tastes like a grape
Now I know:
That faces were a show,
Just can’t see through you
And even don’t want to
In the past
Our wounds were vast,
Now, don’t be shy
And give it a try
Don’t be afraid,
It’s not too late,
Life begins
When a school bell rings
Now And Then
© Copyright: Мионик, 2006
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