Eternal life
can make us ships in the painted ocean.
Day after day, day after day
we stuck. No breath, no motion.
The daily problems seal the soul
and we try with a sigh.
A dream sweet is a pretty thing
we cannot live without.
In this great world we shrink and wither
because there is no thing that can
take off the masks from our faces
so we would not pretend.
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Швед Андрей Константинович 16.10.2016 22:53 Заявить о нарушении