* * *
No inspiration - no creation...
My muse left me alone
And I can't do it on my own.
I sink deeply in my soul lake,
Now reality seems to be a fake.
11.04.11
* * *
I fly when there is a song
And I wanna die when
there is smth wrong.
This place is my heart
Where all my melodies start.
30.09.11
Mad
Going back to the town
I saw many ravens in the window
They were flying up and down,
Crying in the air and in the meadow.
All the roads were covered with snow,
The sky was dark and sad...
Cold wind didn't blow
But I was going mad.
I tried 2 run away from this madness
But I couldn't disappear.
I consider myself faithless
Coz my dream is impossible but near.
22.02.11
Dream
I still have a dream but I lost a hope,
Which gave me some powers.
Аnd now I'm like a church without a pope
And my secret garden stayed without beautiful flowers.
The only thing which makes me live is my dream.
But now it's harder to swim.
To swim in this... terrible world
Knowing that my love doesn't cost of word.
05.12.10
These rhymes need a lot of correction
but...
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=470935
Рубрика: Лирика
дата надходження 07.01.2014
автор: Микита Баян