Just a common thing
Under rising sun.
You can cry or sing,
But won’t get that “some”.
Something in the meaning,
Something making sense
To all being, living
In this world's presence.
Who you are — a ghost,
Where you are — a dream.
What’s important most
Is out of your realm.
A pitiful dreamer
© Copyright: Ярослав Унылов, 2022
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