In the crowd
You make me feel alone.
By the fire
You make me feel cold.
In the daylight
You keep me in the darkness.
You make me hate you,
Although I should confess
I love you.
I hate you.
I envy you.
Still I hope to...
Feel the happiness
Even in sad days,
See the sunshine
Through the heart's wastes,
Pray for the future,
Fly to the lands
Of our precious
Sincere love!
18.07.12
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© Copyright: Эльмира Халикова, 2012
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