You were a child and read Jules Verne
And his world seemed to be a miracle
You believed you could find a fern
Solstice night was so short and lyrical .
You are now as a ghost aren't you?
Liquid eyes, tanned skin to wither
There is nothing to leave behind you
And the future is full of dither
(What lasts forever ends on Friday
A wise man said and you repeat
You live, you bleed, rich or in need
The path is one but you can't find it )
Being caught by the trap of emptiness
The way out is hard to see
Trust in God, trust in city, not citizens ,
Or at least trust in me
3.07.2016
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© Copyright: Юлия Юшка, 2016
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