Nothing...
Endless time is ticking.
In a desert walking...wicked
Through the lakes of iron, Still
Is my soul and ever will.
It is snowy.
Winds are howling,
Stones are rolling
Down the cliff
And I'm standing
Always lonely...
And the truth
Is trembling leaf.
Sun is heating.
Heart is beating.
I believe - exists belief.
He is standing
Past my hours.
He's with me
And it's not myth.
13.09.10.
Nothing...
© Copyright: Алёна Чернушенко, 2012
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