Ribbons in dreams
Turn into flags
Maybe it means
Goals they lack
Windows been made
To clear the walls
Sometimes are named
A building with holes
Happens, we think
Of life in these paints
Affected by links
To demons and saints
Spelling our souls
Eating inside
Revealing the hopes
Considered off side
We lose everything
Then strive to possess
Attach no strings
But are such a mess
In love and in hate
So pretty we are
Haunting our fate
Guided by Star
Ribbons
© Copyright: Максим Савельев, 2007
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