So many
Mirrors reflecting
Under a cold breath
They show me a sin
But I know more than believe
What will this life give
So many
People dancing on lies
Fighting a deeper
Meaning of these lives
But I know more than give in
In this dark sin
So many
Clouds are getting heavy
Crawling up
So many lives I see
Many, many, many
Give into me...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful dear Jelena. that is the matter i thought about it when i was around 17.what is sin? an act against what religions say? they themselves have brought up so many sins, so many murdurs and stoned.so i think the act against what our hearts say is a true sin.and yes as u have mentioned the only reason that the clouds of sin are getting heavy is that people dont listen what their hearts say. i enjoyed it.its as beautiful as ever.~nb