The feelings meant to blind me
And madness stole my longing heart
Follow the trace where you could find me
Where I am torn eventually apart
Illusion seems the daylight
Dispelling all my weary dreams
Noone is there to contemplate the sight
Of me blood-licking to the lees
For A. K
© Copyright: Аруна Нера Геллер-Шумилова, 2017
Свидетельство о публикации №117112900201
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