Not so long ago
When I left my home
An came in tis cruel world
Winter was cold...
By sadness and desperation surrounded
I'm walking and I'll never be found. Dad,
Where have you been when my mind was clean
To teach me to swim across the life-stream?
My Mammy, in your tightly devotion
I'd lived with no banned emotion.
Your quite voice support my choice.
It keeps me away from wrong ways, soul-pains.
Years, months, weeks, hours, days –
Grace, growth, grave.
Midnight is calling me back
No moon in the sky, all clouds are black
But what? I can see the star-meteor track!
I wish to remove time, I was innocent child ...
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© Copyright: Николай Гималайский, 2012
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