There are no subjects in this place,
Except for those that wear disguise.
It’s like a shadow and its trace,
Like common sense that’s sacrificed.
And what you see is truly more
Than something words can’t quite explain.
You entered, yet there was no door,
And left, without a reason plain.
And now you’re tossing in your dream,
Desperate to escape this space.
But then you see another scheme,
Where your reflection shows its face.
No Subject
© Copyright: Андрей Колесников27, 2008
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