When sky is clear blue with clouds white,
And sun is shining through with pure light,
Then I shall step away from joyous life
Into the darkness grave of constant strife,
For my heart knows too much of pain and loss
And I can't bear carrying my cross
When all around seem to scream with love,
Which sun has brought to us from far above.
Discordance
© Copyright: Рашид Исаев, 2017
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