This is not a poem but a song...
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The silence is over me,
And the sky that's full of rain,
It's passing through my veins,
But there is no pain
With the cold whisper of the stars
I burnt out the last path,
All hope is gone,
And now I'm free,
And neither kind nor evil within,
My soul was filled with fear
I would be with you, my dear,
Would forget all of my sins,
Would love you, but this is just a dream
In a thunder of the wind behind me
I'll forget your voice and my blindness,
I'll forget our mortal love,
That burnt down us to the dust,
And I was out of my mind,
There is no place for you in my heart of million scars...
07, June
2009
The Last Letter
© Copyright: Максимов Александр Андреевич, 2013
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