Československá literární komunita
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Berenice
why does the sun shine so bright
or am I only blind
to see
the real brightness
to breath
how does the sky feel
about the stars
stealing your name
to take a glimps
off your eyes
to cover their naked true
is the moon blind
or just pretending not to see
the beauty of the silence
in my word
the emptiness follows
how does it feel?
white and empty
black and empty
full of sorrow
of tomorrow........
my mind has reached yours
I`m with you, my king
only the love
was stolen by a robber
don`t worry, I`ll get it back
for you....
you?
for you...
...
...
...
but... where is the point?
the moral and the happyend?
of the story
don`t know
we lost our illusions
imagination is gone
I`m alone
lonesome
by myself
standing
pretending
playing my part in this act
one minute
or second
hours go by
and I cry I cry I cry
...
I cry