The clover is green, and the sun is so high —
How dare anyone now feel so sad?
But all of these kids are left dead inside,
And I’m not more alive than a living dead.
The moon shines above, and the nightingale sings —
How dare anyone now feel the sorrow?
When beauty is radiant and your brain is sick,
Every day you’ll be dying tomorrow.
When summer is over, the brightest stars fall —
It’s right time for feeling your longing.
We have lost our paths and we don’t see our goals,
Where is hope that the changes are coming?
White skies blind my eyes, and apricity’s felt —
I’ll revive, when nobody expects it
All our lil’ deaths were just being in shell,
Glad there’s nothing forever lasting.
Living dead
© Copyright: Анастасия Малер, 2022
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