Like a storm that is coming and leaving,
Like a lake that in the summer is draining,
Just like the same, my dear lover
In the white night you left.
And behind you left a soul
That was struggling in tears and roar.
But I won't let knock me down
This pain so big.
I'll be like a stone that is not moving,
I'll be like a wild beast that has no fear.
12th of January 2002
ROXANA IACINTA BOGDAN
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