By Sasha Raven | POETRY | 31 Jan 2020

After all these long, long years,
I have to cope with many fears ...
And it was, I admit, just like magic,
now, it seems to me so tragic ...
Whom I’ve loved, now I “hate”,
about that, should be no debate ...
And I am only happy when it rains,
in the sunlight, I ''wear'' all these chains ...
I don’t know, why it became so dark,
my eyes are not a place for a spark ...
Ah, and you won’t make me smile,
for a moment, or even, for a while ...



Sasha Raven
Sasha Raven

Poet, writer...


This blog contains my poetry mostly in rhymes.

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