Mood
31. 10. 2008
Life is a black bird
sitting on the grave
of my hopes,
expectations
and dreams.
A grave
or a locked
abandoned house.
Empty
and locked forever?
Or will you open it
for me?
I don´t want to wait
I don´t want to see
I don´t want to feel
I don´t want to ….
But I´m waiting...
still...
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