Closed Doors
Closed doors
Oh,
The night is going mad
And the last breathe of few sparrows
Can be heard
Departing
Look at that window
Of grey thoughts
Look at that aging frame
Time had come
Quicker than expected
Knocking at deserted hearts
How easy to remember
How hard is to forget
Time has come back
And stars fall
One by one
There is a lake of words
But it is hard
In a mad night
To find oars of the time
Last sparrows are saying
Their last song
And time is still knocking on
Deserted hearts
It is just a mad night
Just
A night is mad
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