I came across a recreative note,
By far a masterpiece of thinker;
So far I have got the point,
Printed there by blackish inker.
You see, a tree, new year,
A person from beloved fiction;
The world around; you and me;
Everything is some addiction.
Why, of course we have control
But its amount is rather small.
It boils down to simple roll:
We fight addiction or we don't.
Down the roads of our lifes
We mingle in the sand of faces,
Replacing fancies in the line
Or sticking to imaginations.
Love is what? Mature perfection.
The sweetest drug of young.
Incapable of cold reflection.
Blindly wise and wisely blind.
Will add a little, almost done,
The official part is coming.
Don't want at all to be the one
Who got you hooked on rhyming.
Chin up, my friend, and smile.
Spend New Year in pure glory.
Remember saying from the wise:
Meno DROGA! Piu' AMORE!
Meno droga, piu amore
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