Take a look, you missed a spot
hunting down for fun my echoes.
Check it out, the spot is odd,
Gaudi of my rhymes and black holes.
Rootless souls and ruthless quest…
I believe in recreation.
I believe, each chance is last,
taken… leaves reverberations.
Feeling low while reaching high,
giving you a smile to break it.
Wheels shall spin and “bye” says “hi”,
breaths are born for steps were taken.
Cut it down, it will grow back –
all your corners, dust, and stories.
Yellow ribbons fade to black,
burnt to ashes, jig’s up, Glory.
March 24, 2011
Gaudi of my rhymes
© Copyright: Юрий Лазирко, 2011
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