Nine Thousand Days
Nine thousand days ago
Where have you been?
Do you remember me and
How it was?
Can you make me understand
From where it started?
Did I feel this way before?
Nine thousand days are nothing.
I can't see the reason why.
Was it all before predicted?
Was I present when they wrote
My current lifetime?
Do you know?
Why everywhere only walls?
I hear only silence.
Nothing is killing me.
Nine thousand days
Became foreverness.
Copyright © Olga Kushnirenko | Year Posted 2013
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