Broken soul
Алина Маркова
I see fire Around it souls They are flying higher and higher I remember how they falls... They were lovely sons And now they are black sand What we have done? Why we are in cold land? Don't cry my dear Mom I believe we meet in another new peaceful world I love you, I'll find you and come Please, don't cry my dear Mom Why people can't understand We all are brothers and sisters Stupiders kill us But I won't forget you, my dear friend Your brave in my head Your voices stack in my heart I can't drink water, I can't eat bread You go away and take mine part I didn't return from war fields Where I people kills I want to go after you But you won't forgive me, will you? I don't know how to live I am not the same I am like dying flame And my mind - restive.
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Я теряю себя , как птица в полете Каждый вздох облегчения , Когда вижу неба закат Мне плохо , когда не дотронуться К твоим обьятьям свободно , Но я знаю, что ты не услышишь , Мой вслип слёз из-за окна ... За глубиной туч темного неба Ранее, чем ты уже вспомнишь И подумаешь, как я скучаю , Скрою всю грусть.тишиной ... Может быть сердца стук угнетает И воздух из лёгких рвется волной Но ритм одной песни будет на память , Тех последних слов ветра холодов ... Пока не угаснет горизонт пламя Последнего огня без тебя , Багры унесут строки мгновенно Без следа раньше тепла ... P.s: Грусть неба скрывает больше чем мы думаем ...✨💫✨ 🎶 Where's My Love ~ SYML 🎶
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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