24 marca 2013
A Letter
Oh, Forgive me, I bow
blame me not now;
-come and become closer
my friend;
-my brother!
Who are you?
Wish I knew…
Those eyes given to me
went dry long ago;
-I cry over none
no more.
Colors shower upon me
like gloom and grey;
-I lost the power of sight
forgot what is light.
The mirrors around me
reflects every anguish;
-every sorrow of life.
Will they ever perish?
The Mask on my hands
to me from you
I fear, I cannot wear it
because truth remains true.
So, tell me what is left to fear
when agony is all I see and hear.
Can you define me the face of joy
then I shall again show you my tear?
31 marca 2025
Eva T.
30 marca 2025
Marek Gajowniczek
30 marca 2025
marka
30 marca 2025
marka
30 marca 2025
marka
30 marca 2025
Yaro
30 marca 2025
Arsis
30 marca 2025
Bezka
30 marca 2025
violetta
30 marca 2025
Belamonte/Senograsta