My second english poem...
Could ever flame
To burn again?
The century passed,
And I am one last,
Who yet alive,
Who feel much love,
To him,but he
Doesn't remember me.
The night's coming down,
Through around all town,
I look in the window,
I see unreachable star,
Maybe I am already widow
Said to me my nightmare.
I don't believe you,my mind,
He is still alive,
Maybe doesn't wait me,
But in my heart I always hear
His voice, his secret
Et l'espoir de regret.*
Doesn't talk me-He's dead!
I'm just going to be mad.
What can I decide?
Nothing gonna to be right...
If he is alive,
He doesn't love me,
If death makes him die,
I don't wanna see,
All this happy world-
Take with him my soul...
This way, I can die,
I'll be happy all time...

15.11.2008
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