I see them all, this million faces, –
They follow me in every verse,
They catch me up, consume, embrace me,
There is no place to flee this storm.
I see them all, in every lastline
Whenever I still find my muse,
Then once again here comes the silence
To kill again and there's no cure.
I see them all, and they still haunt me,
I'd give my everything to fade, –
Though I still try, so fragile, lonely,
But can not find this calling grace.
5, October
2016
Faces
© Copyright: Максимов Александр Андреевич, 2016
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