We stand in the middle of obscurity,
Like in the lights of a distant airport;
With essential insecurity
Of a special selfish sort;
Some will try to understand;
Others - turn their backs in anger;
Yes, my only precious friend,
Even pain can be that tender...
It's ok if you will stoop,
And commit a small digression,
As this puzzle has no clue
Just an infinite obsession;
With the ghosts of distant past
With the whims of flimsy future,
Where fairies fly aghast
And the fantasies are nurtured;
Some avert and others crave
This infinity of freedom,
Here we stand with fruity flavor
Of a fizzy crazy wisdom;
We Stand in the Middle of Obscurity
© Copyright: Ирина Стародубцева 3, 2018
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