splash the time
from a glass as wine
And go to unclear aims
staying on the same place,
Be surprised of empty cells
All around
As only way we wait death
Being aware of waste
And making a case
Taking dots as a dash
All about.
We believe that good fortune
Is absolutely logical
And every fail is paradoxical
And we keep believing
Or we can stop believing,
Depending on
what gives us more
If take to hand a glass of wine
And start to splash the time.
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http://stihi.ru/2012/11/26/7895
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