My heart is aching, my breast is bleeding,
For heaven's sake, oh how I need it!
I need to feel your fingers over,
I see my eyes is out of stone.
And out of ashes I will rise you,
Give me last breath I've even tryed.
My life is pure as Alpic water,
And day by day is getting colder,
And getting harder to feel smoke
Of their illusions and dirty gold!
Dirty gold
© Copyright: Доминика Дрозд, 2016
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