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by Lizaveta May 12, 2008 category : Life, society / meaning of life
When words are gone And nothing's left, I must move on, Whatever is felt. I clench my fists And look upside: No clouds, no mist, Sharp empty sky. I feel I can Though it is hard To break the fairytales Living in my heart To get to know the world As violent as it is No single tear and no word, I am just clenching fists To learn how to cope. To dig my illusions deep. But not to lose my hope And a bit of optimism. To learn that in our life Colours are not just black and white. I believe i must.to be probably continued. if it's worth being continued.