How difficult to live when stability is in the past,
when there is no moon of love in heaven,
when at the crossroads humans destinies of blind
you can't trust dreams which in your heart just hidden.
Lifeway is learned to contrast someone’s brief.
And every clock strike is increasing age.
You realize that one man cannot be,
You're happy in the turmoil days that covered knees.
Where search is like a fog of doubt,
there the difference borders on being stuck,
there the time zone knocks and the door is found,
changing mornings into nights,
cool days on nice.
Love covered you and folded bones in hot bed.
Longing does not hit the temple taking peace and sleep.
Just be yourself !
The maelstrom of routine in everything .
The maelstrom of routine in everything
© Copyright: Ольга Гуро-Фролова, 2021
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