Do you remember, how it goes,
Do you remember, whom I was?
What do you know about being
Without seeing the beauty of believing
And only going down?
I know, that you were crying,
Because you were misunderstood.
The scream of little soul was terrifying
Heard in a fallen heavens vault.
«Come back!» your shout captivated
The gods, who knows, that nothing can be changed.
And only meeting with your soul might help you
To find the peace in frightening gloom.
Don't cry, the child of earthly existence,
One day you'll understand yourself.
That all you want - is a small part of forgiveness.
And finally wake up from the early dream of emptyself.
Emptyself
© Copyright: Калерия Крымская, 2022
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