It's so hard to pretend to be simple,
I'd better run from this world to the edge,
In the sense of some perfect resistance
Leaving letters on this empty page.
The blanc verse faded fast, disappeared
In the million of billions of thoughts.
Why... I'm hidden in wasteful surroundings,
In the meaningless scurry of roads.
Meaningless
© Copyright: Юлия Суркина, 2013
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