We all stuck here
as she told
Maybe we fuck up somewhere
were delivered to the prison
which called the Earth
Should find out something
and we will come
like cut pieces from the one
trying to get ticket home
But for now
look to the stars at midnight
soon will be with them
not yet time
One day we shall lie down beside
will mourn whose stay on legs
fly without wings
not yet time
just because you still can not be part of one.
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© Copyright: Сергей Бухаров, 2017
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