Morning comes with the sound of silence,
And you hear how your heart's beating fast,
Losing everything on nature's guidance,
Say goodbye like for time that is last
When the dew of the mist covers meadows
And the sun's bright again, once again,
You forget 'bout bouncing shadows
To remember just life you regain
Would you make choice of spotless and clear
Glass that you've been surrounded by,
Or, instead, would you choose path of tear
In the world you'll leave with a sigh?
You decide what your destiny will be
That's your sail in the sea with no end
But before you'll throw your frisbee,
Firstly look at the bird in your hand
Dreams and illusion
© Copyright: Никита Сверчков, 2017
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