All the world is around you a theatre:
Secret's under mask, but eyes tell true.
Even if you trust in brightest miracle,
It doesn't mean this miracle's for you.
Vague hopes are running from your heart
Confidently to your painful minds.
You have tried already to forget,
But all time you have a reason - find.
Time to think is killing like a gun.
There is in the veins a million bullets.
Having no any estimable aims, but you run
Through the biggest love and human's violence.
Silent night hardheartedly breaks you apart.
You mustn't die from splinter of a glass.
But could not forget, and losing contact
With world is your chance forget too for us.
Forget
© Copyright: Божена Ведмедовская, 2015
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