The Ghost of a Lost Hope..

I'm standing by the fire, and far away from you
I stare and vividly remember, my life devoid of luck.

Eighty years or more, I feel that I have lived,
I feel as old as winter, i feel i should be dead.

As little drops, our memories fall on my soul,
Reawakening ferocious the nothing of the past .

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And then before me, through the fog i see you passing,
Your big eyes are 'n tears, your hands are thin and cold;

Your both arms softly, are holding now my head
You feel to tell me something... you look at me then sigh...

I hold you to my chest, the fortune of love and beauty,
And unite again in kisses, remind our sacred duty...

Arh! the voice of memory, forever will stay silent,
To become oblivious forever, to the luck i once have held,

To forget how in an instant, you ran out from my arms ..
And I'll be old and lonely, and you'll be gone for long!