We left a cold crater on the lovely Earth`s surface.
We were strangers to this bluesy planet.
We heard dinging like platin the whisper of Universe.
It impelled us to spread our canvas.
These canvas were soaring, as were we.
We were settling just anywhere.
Somebody chortled and somebody wailed.
Few of them lost their ways.
Setting huge campfires under the questioning sky
We send desperate waves to each other.
My voice hasn`t reach you neither there nor nearby
And I`ve got as an answer nothing.
Now, you look! We all loudly vociferate.
We used to be from the same wonderland.
We don`t try anymore to proliferate.
We forgot where the crater`s abandoned.
We used to be cryptic aliens,
Who found this pristine naive globe.
We used to be those who bore melodies.
We used to be kids, who hoped.
Aliens
© Copyright: Дарья Синевич, 2013
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