The song of the lost soul

Анна Винни
 ( Some thoughts of Margarita before she met the Master on her way. As I hear them. )


 Who made my thing be born right there
 Where I was born one day?
 Why do I fall into despair
 If it's my own way?

 Why does this loneliness appear
 If people are so close?
 I'm neither there with them nor here,
 Lost in the Universe.

 Tired of the lies and wars around,
 Stereotypes and masks...
 Where is my corner on the ground,
 Where I could have some rest?

 Where is the place of peace and quiet?
 The place of singing birds,
 Where loving hearts don't make a riot,
 They even don't need words..

 If all I said was just a fancy
 Of sore and sleepless mind,
 I'll play with God the game of chancy
 And see if He is blind.


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Another fan of "M & M", I presume )

Юлия Азорова   05.03.2015 13:51   •   Заявить о нарушении
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Another fan of wonders that souls are able to reach eventually..

Анна Винни   14.03.2015 17:48   Заявить о нарушении
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