My imagination,
Is crying out today.
My liberation,
Is flying far away.
It's new Pompeii,
Burning in my heart.
I won't be free,
Drowning in the sea.
My celebration,
Is ruined with your blow.
My generation,
Is praying for а glow.
And you're dreaming,
To see us in the hearse.
It's your life meaning,
To make our world adverse.
Burned Heart
© Copyright: Станислав Вуксанович, 2024
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