Walking down the dirty streets,
In the land of times.
This sometimes can really fit,
But it is not mine.
In the land of fog and smog
Passing by lost souls,
Never said and never told,
What was there before.
Through the darkness try them ride,
But its not succeed.
No salvation can we find,
That makes our hearts to bleed.
Worldscrossing
© Copyright: Олег Цымбаленко, 2009
Свидетельство о публикации №109012003209
Свидетельство о публикации №109012003209
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