A Ballad On the End of the World
Thus this is an our map
to the stars
carefully preserved
within loved ones eyes
or this is the portray
of mystical land
futuring ourselves
stranded inside
there is no time
to make it all right
comet has already dive
one quarter of inch
inside startled hart
Thus this is an our way
to say goodbye or fade away
behind the curtain of bleeding skies
and this is an our time…
to fall apart with dignity and style
Copyright © Marcin Malek | Year Posted 2018
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