Peeping ghosts in the dark of the room
Look on the action people call life.
Such kind of film, like magnificent doom
When you have four souls instead of five.
Instead of three, instead of two, instead of one…
How many hearts in this damn life we've broken down,
How many types of people have we found?
It’s hard to count.
Why at the midnight we aren’t enough sleepy,
Why full of art and so?
For me your words forever will be deeply,
Than those, that I imagine on my own.
Instead of one, instead of two, instead of three…
My peeping friend can’t understand
Why mind’s not free.
16.12.12, 03:12
peeping ghosts in the dark of the room
© Copyright: Марина Сок Тимофеева, 2014
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