SelfPub: Cold March
For you your way will never.
You error have the right.
I'm not going to climb. You go to the bottom...
Push off! Believe. Will see the truth
feel the cold, want to live,
swim, light up, Shine, change,
to be filled with love and happiness days
don't drown in grief, for friends to stay.
And yet... the Sun, cold March.
Nothing. Continue to live quietly.
Don't give up and don't forget to fly.
Don't let anyone extinguish it.
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MegaMozg 12-03-2019 / 21:43
I miss the music of happiness, not sadness.
In the spring, in the hope, enthusiasm ringing in my soul.
For open souls like lights
illuminating the audience doors at the present.
I don't like the sun, to see you like this:
fading, squeezed, pulled down the wings.
It is a choice - yours. But life, my friend, understand
while you wander, gallop rushes by.
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MegaMozg 12-03-2019 / 21:42
I miss the stupid hopes and quiet days
when happiness seemed possible and logical.
At the confused, ridiculous suspended us
not changing cranes on empty Tits.
I miss the sun. The Truth. The silence -
not like the one that hangs the stress of jealousy,
and for that, quiet and bright, in you and me
in the silence from which will be born silently forever.
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MegaMozg 12-03-2019 / 21:41
My sun, something I had a very cold March.
Very chilly to look like off your beam.
I miss the sparks of happiness in your eyes
the smiles, the jokes, the faith that would be better.
I miss the real you
not crushed the conditions and boredom.
In the tune of the summer in a wide your soul,
by the happiest of my life minutes.
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MegaMozg 12-03-2019 / 21:40
