I feel so lonesome, bitterly alone…
More desolate than being really sole…
I have embrace in which I fall –
Our hearts don`t beat in unison…
It`s always been a monologue before,
And easily has flown my soul`s song…
But now I am our orchestra`s sold whore
You cannot hear me to take the proper tone.
The frail violin of my heart is crying,
But you don`t strike the rights strings,
I shout hoarse myself in quiet,
But no reminiscence it brings.
(march 2007)
lonesome
© Copyright: Талвир, 2007
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