So fragile is the life, she thinks
as she falls down from the cliff.
This life - it doesn't really flashes
just before you hit the rocks.
You simply hit them and soon enough
they are gone - regrets and hopes.
And all that sink in this denial
that once someone described as life.
Simply life - once so beloved!
When dreams were more then only
long forgotten, empty wishes
drowning in her bitter tears.
Never mind - the rocks are closing...
Maybe one more thing will stay
after she is death and buried -
just a thing - to let them know.
Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2007 ©
1 comment:
nice work kalin,
karolin is a creation of pain which fruited from ur heart....i would like to congratulate u on such a nice creation......here i would like to add a few lines.
her absence is a big void,a pain i will not be able to hide.
in my memories she'll never fade,loosing her is like living without blood.
her death taught me a new meaning of living,that therez much more than just breathing.
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