2005-08-26 : Sleep-Polina : Trying

Sometimes I fall in desert crowd, Sometimes I think that I ain't found, Your coldest eyes, I ever seen, Your sweetest lips, that often scream. And than I start to think like that, I close my eyes and almost dead. You are the best, I ever known, You are the worst, so I must go. * * * When darkness catch me in the sun, When I climb in and fallen down, When streets like hostages in gale, When birds are crying in the rain, I feel my hands like something else, And I have no time to regrets, I wrote on papers in my house, And smiled to every crossing clouds.

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