автор: Jessica

Imagine some vague memories,
photos which had turned yellow,
old clothes and lock of hair...
I am afraid that tomorrow we will be gone.

There will be no traces of us.
Our roads – known and trampled
would be lost in the abyss.
Our favourite places
Will be completely destroyed,
our loved once would be
only photos on the obituaries.

What we had gone through?
What we sufurred?
How long are we going to
live on this Earth?
We are here Today.
We are dreaming for Tomorrow.
We are wondering if
there is a life after death?

May be our souls will be
wandering around and about
after once in a while.
They will be seeking for
each other through the night…

When they finally get tired-
in the morning,
they will be resurrected
with every manifested goodness.