What dreams may come…
Just close your eyes,
& you stay in this home,
On road to heaven, to paradise…
Though I see that sky,
See that moonlight glow
Broken wings can’t fly…
Feathers fall how snow.
Oh, so bitter wind!
If you light my soul,
Twilight ends, heaven begin.
Forgotten words, what I told,
Now I feel just freedom,
Silence! In empty call
Requiem for my dream…
Requiem
© Copyright: Партизан Брянский, 2007
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