The moon is looking down on me,
It's like a lemon slice.
My dream pretended vague to be,
But clear now its device.
It was a life root shaped in watch,
& looked like gear of Swiss.
its point is alfeady searched
In true-to-my-life dreams.
I've lived my life another way:
Unnatural & in vain,
It was so empty,i would say,
Of fresh & morning rain.
Now see I essence of the life,
The way things twist around,
Reopen feelings, save my love
When heeding soul's sound.
I catch the mood of passers by,
I taste what people wish.
& know the point of my fly.
That dream is thoughtful dish!
It shows me how I should behave
& opens up my mind.
I learn my place & feel my way.
& things' rotating's right.
The moon is looking down on me,
It's like a lemon slice.
I hear the ticking of my life.
I've dived in its devise.
Standing in clock device
© Copyright: Екатерина Барбанова, 2010
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