Besides of what is done
And what was blown away
I’ll never overrun
The sun I saw this day.
So please pretend you’ve heard
And listened what I’d say
Few years just in few words,
But I was free that day.
Behind this endless sky
And nervous funny smile
Was my internal child.
He cried and screamed: “Oh, my!”
Seduction of undone,
Delusion of debris…
Remind me when I’m gone:
I’ve had enough of this.
Endless sky
© Copyright: Артур Тень, 2008
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