1 Verse
I wander along empty roads.
Only stars, sand and stones.
The sky melts and tears fall.
On the cracks of the gray walls.
I wander on, no path defined,
And only silence in my mind.
No bustling crowds, no hurried pace,
Just solitude's familiar face.
Chorus
Here I am, and my lonely spring.
The wind carries me on its wings.
And I remain, a silent guest,
With loneliness held to my breast.
2 Verse
The sun offers no warm grace,
It just paints a void on my face.
The empty space, the hollow sound,
Where joy and laughter can't be found.
Shadows creep, a subtle stain,
Across the canvas, etched with pain.
The vibrant hues begin to fade,
A beauty lost, a price is paid.
Lonely spring
© Copyright: Крылов Виктор Александрович, 2025
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