Look at my eyes -
They aren't sad, but empty.
How it is nice
To have a sense at eighty.
You think I'm crazy
And live in mind of dreams.
I'm just too lazy
For life in cruel streams.
My love has gone,
She never will return.
I feel a stone
In soul which I can't turn.
Hope and believe
You can avoid each fail.
Don't made me so believe,
Now I'm a corpse and a tale.
Voice of eld
© Copyright: Кузьменко Владислав, 2015
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