If only all the falling towns
Would burn as beautiful and bright.
I'd stay in one of them for a vacation,
Or maybe lived there, or would maybe die.
And I would watch the flying feathers
Forgetting that they cannot fly.
I'm in the one of falling towns,
Under the grey roof of the sky.
I wish I saw you with my own eyes, just once
And realised that you are not alone at all.
Between the sleeping trees and slow rivers
I'll never get another chance to save my sinner soul.
Falling Town
© Copyright: Тиффани Блюз, 2013
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