the form of my reality
is a synonym of "triviality".
which has no inclusions
of wonderful illusions.
i can't but stand this pureness,
i really need some pretty mess,
but where's the seed, which i should find
to grow a flower in my empty mind?
the emptiness
© Copyright: Дарья Вилкова, 2012
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