Nothing

Tired of emptiness, sick of nothing
May there be some thunders, lightnings…
But may there be something.

May there be great pains, hurts, aches
May there be the end of the world
But may it bring what it takes.

May the sky collapse and ruin everything
hearing my desperate voices.
But may there happen anything.

May the white moon fade away
And may a day become a night.
But let it be its way.

And nothing happens.

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yohana

Dodano: 2005-04-04 12:03:50

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