The sunset, hurry! Welcoming the night,
I watch the skies. The day is slowly dying,
The night will soothe the wounds of daily fight,
Uneasy feeling like my soul is crying.
Another day... success or have I failed?
I'm searching for a hint, a glimpse of star light,
I keep on standing on the wall, afraid
But hopeful that I'll end up on the bright side.
The sunset, hurry! Welcoming the night...
© Copyright: Элиза Микаилова, 2011
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