Everything is painted yellow and red,
It rains a lot, we can't see the sun.
The cold and snow winter has't come yet,
We miss the summer: it has gone.
The sky is grey like somebody's dirty socks,
We can easily break in this memories waterfall.
We compose sad beautiful tragic songs,
There is only one reason: the Fall.
The Fall
© Copyright: Кларисса Бард, 2014
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