Dreams of my heart sleep in fog of the darkness…
Never will stay in this forest bright sun…
Only strange places around my soul….
And I will never can somewhere run…
Say me my mind? Why I can not be happy?
Why do you speak me these terrible words?
But only silence me answers so cruel…
And I so suffer again from my thoughts…
Forest became in the night so magic…
And I will go to watch on the moon…
May be in this fairytale of my feelings…
I with my death will to dance very soon…
Dreams of my heart sleep in fog of the darkness…
I do not believe anymore… to my life…
Only strange places around my soul…
Where from my pain and my life I will fly…
I do not believe anymore...
© Copyright: Марьяна Торгова, 2016
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