Cold stars reflected in the water

June 25, 2015

Abyss beckons us his dark distance.

Our world, only one of hundreds,

In which we can not see the sun.

In this world, I am uneasy,

I want to touch another planets.

Because there is dark and cramped,

That spirit is calling me to run.

Wander through the world I'm tired,

And every day to meet the dawn,

For me this world has closed doors.

I want to go to other worlds,

To know all mysteries of their,

And here never to return.

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