I will close the door of the Past
And will open the one of the Future
Things that give so much pain shouldn't last,
So I will not give them a new chance.
In the silence of whispering trees,
In the breath of the infinite time
I will leave these heavy keys...
To the door that has never been mine.
I will feel unusually free
And follow not rain but light
But who will get those keys...or key?
The answer will be hidden...in the night...
Escaping from the Past
© Copyright: Эмилия Кристина, 2013
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