Humanity, so fragile, so weak,
Clinging to the smallest hope.
Even when the prospects are bleak,
We hold on to thread like its a rope.
We listen to the lies of other's,
Ears open to the words we want to hear.
Forever bound, like two lovers,
I say, and try to be sincere.
I see your face, and I believe,
The clouds and the rain no more.
Dear winter, it is time to leave,
My heart awaits with an open door.
Believe
© Copyright: Мирослав Ревнов, 2013
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