For nothing we struggle in world, just for nothing...
Though we are so busy with this.
We are proud, we are loud,
We estimate ground
All over around - as our's.
But sandy - is shore of the ocean near,
But sandy - are the dunes of the deserted coast,
And flies up the sand from the bank to our windows,
When there is roaring a storm.
To nothing - time passes - it goes the building,
The only sand, rusty iron you meet...
To nothing - alas - life - every second and minute
Is running so fast to the dream...
For nothing...
© Copyright: Людмила 31, 2012
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