Dying
Dying in your arms…
I’m dying now
If my death at least comes
I won’t see the last snow.
I’m dying
And my worn soul
Is crying
Because of your call.
Just the light
In this hole..
I’m leaving tonight
’Cause it’s my dole.
I see you got married in spite of this bow.
I watch your move…
But it’s over now -
Just the rain is rattling on the roof…
Dying
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Алекс Штамм
вс, 27/08/2017 - 23:29