I try to find myself in people’s words;
I’m looking for a miracle and illusive feelings...
Come there with me; let’s go to a place ships go,
this holy place seems never empty...
I’d like to find a harbor in the twilight of the night
where you'll forget your grief and pain...
I’m tired of smiling to unknown people…It looks like a tribute to empty dreams,
Instead of being happy I just cry inwardly "Leave me alone, I beg you, give a miss!"
Don’t look for reasons to tell me about your love,
I won’t string along with you,
I know you understand that there is no chance to rescue...
And as they say, do you remember? … well
heavy to carry and too bad to throwaway…
That’s just a proverb but a lot of sorrows it can spell ...
Why do you muse upon a distant scene?? There is no way...
I try to find myself...
© Copyright: Асмолова Екатерина Александровна, 2009
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