Oh, I am such an absent-minded person…
My mind is absent here, present… where?
Among the myriad of far-forgotten questions,
That can’t be answered
By anyone, who has my heart and fate
But what’s the use of answering those questions?
Just speak them off to rainy autumn night
And go away forgetting and forgotten
By those, who used to listen to your lies.
False Prophets Confession
© Copyright: Елена Китаева, 2002
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