I know the truth about nobody loves me.
I walk alone. "Cherche la femme!" Ma belle amie,
You're only ghost in pictured world of empty hopes.
The song will die, if it is placed to poky scopes.
What for are wings given here to those who cannot fly?
Besides the cloud dance it's nowhere to apply.
So, these white feathers simply hang along the spines.
I never loved. But all's becoming her outlines.
It's cells of dark, shortcuts on space, and wasting time,
Misunderstanding swallows air, and chilly clime
Promotes the snuffle. I've never loved. I've never dreamed.
I'll never die. I'm only light. I'll only beam.
I know the truth about nobody loves me
© Copyright: Дмитрий Александрович Ургапов, 2018
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