What time is it, if, full of care
We have no time to drink and bare.
No time to stand beneath the bus
And stare as long, as sheep or cows.
No time to see when room we pass
Where burglars hide their nuts in glass.
No time to see in dark daylight
Spoons full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at beauty’s mouth
And watch her eyes, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her ears can
Enrich that smile, her hands began.
A fucking life is, if full of tear
We have no time to sleep and bare.
What time is it
© Copyright: Мария Малышева, 2006
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