I waked up in the empty morning
and saw the fog comes down on me.
My wind is gone and I’m mourning
can’t hear the whisper from the lonely tree.
The rain I see is going
to kiss the earth it comes again.
The color of the sadness showing
that today will be so vain.
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Gergana Petrova
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