Into the half souls

Like the eyes,
Finding the stars
On the stormy sky.

We hatched with hope,
Came of love
Of dreams we believe in
We go, we go

To the last end,
Like the beggar's
Trust on the leftovers.

Like moving bodies in the mist
Finding straight line
In each turns and curves.
We go, we go.

For you, stench of our love
May choke you
Not this trust of ours
To fall and raise.

Into your half souls
Hopelessness smells.
We raw and real. Live.

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