Another day died in cold arms of the night,
Old Stargazer- August begins,
Two swords ‘ve been crossed In a cruelest fight,
No answer - who loses who wins.
Indifferent time’s slowly killing the flame
That used to be burning inside.
The emptiness soon’ ll be swallowed by pain,
that’s something still keeps me insight.
A fragile, but carelessly broken by you,
The rose thrown away to a crowd.
She needed be ever belonging to you,
But’s gonna be soldier, who’s stout .
The harlequin’s crying by tears drawn by rain ,
who carries all love in his heart,
Will keep unforgotten - that rose and one’ s name,
who’re damned be forever apart.
04.08.2019
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© Copyright: Сандра Роу, 2020
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