I held your hand,
We stand on sand
While our sands were running out.
We couldn't take breath
To meet the death
So inevitable this bout.
The bitter fate.
It's now too late
To just rewrite it for the better.
Let's take a leap.
We can't now skip
This rift, so it is no more matter.
The ruthless bomb
Will make our tomb.
The endless game will get completion.
Forget your fears.
It disappears.
That's nothing more apart submission.
I took my stand
On this sea sand
Which rustling underfoot. My dear,
Let's take a leap
And wait for clip.
Just trust me and lie down near.
I held your hand
© Copyright: Илья Коробцов, 2019
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