When you'll try to make me lazy,
Don't forget, that I'm so crazy.
Boring rain around the world...
Please, don't listen, what I talk.
In a kitchen I'm alone.
And my heart is a big grey stone.
I'm just treating wounded soul,
My pour brain is in THE WALL!
My reflections are so strange,
It's connecting with my age.
I'll say: "One, two, three, four, five...
P.S.: Dear, I'm ALIVE!"
P. s. dear, i m alive!
© Copyright: Ирина Сиваева, 2009
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