When the spaces are blurred
And the shadow itself
Brings the coldness to things
Which are placed on a shelf -
When emergency plans
Like chimerical mood -
Do not make any sense
But they should -
I'm crooning a song
Of a fortuitous twist
In the world
Where you really exist.
27.03.18 21:09
When the spaces are blurred
© Copyright: Лиза Лукашина, 2018
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