Ранний автобус
Как же развеялись яркие краски детства, скрылись в тумане привычного серого быта? Яркие звонкие шарики с ёлки, как оказались они в осколки разбиты?
~ Bisectris ~
(c) 2020-08-25
In the early bus
In the early bus, people are clutching at each other. Their sleepy faces staring out the dark windows. What could have happened in their lives, that at this time all of them do not sleep at home? Did all these people dream in their childhood that in the early morning, when they wake up, won't bask for a long time under the covers, but will trample in the cold darkness to work? Will they choke in a crowded cabin, will they elbow their way through just to eat tasty food, get drunk and stupidly stick it in a fancy mobile? How did the bright colors of childhood dissipate, disappear into the fog of the usual gray life? Bright ringing balls from the Christmas tree, how were they broken into fragments?
~ Bisectris ~
(c) 2020-08-25
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