Publicata de: andjelika in Dragoste
Presentiment of love illusion of hope.
Not broken, free and raised soul.
But if in the world the one who call of her will estimate,
Will reject all affairs, towards will hasten?
Whether there will be that day when all will come to pass?
Whether there will be that instant? And whether there will be that hour?
That turn of destiny, that at the nights dreams me.
But how him to find? And who to me the sign will submit?
Who will expose a signal? Will blink to me turn?
"There! Hasten! More quickly! For you for a long time there wait".
As the small child, in a presentiment of hope
The soul will go. And there will find a shelter.
And something is. Could be.
It is a pity, it is not known by us.
Data publicare: 14/02/2009 | Vizualizari: 3462