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I knew once true love and now heart is empty
Like an autumn leave dried-up, cut-down
With no more full breathing, beauty and plenty,
No songs of sweet birds, no flowers around.
Now only the score of the rest of the seasons,
Heart under the brain sleeps like a dead,
But sometimes at night I search for good reasons
Why life isn’t a fairy good story instead.
Because all breaks up? useless and ugly?
Because world is cruel and a very cold place?
But even it's so I could simply only
Deceive myself hard and try to erase
All that from my mind to live in pink color
Like blind, like a fool but the happiest thing.
What precious is in true? The most beautiful flower
Grows carefree and doesn't know anything.
March 2, 2009.
