Where were the eyes in reality
In the silent virtuality a tear flows
In attempts at extremes – a manhole
Crawls of curly ivy,
Who is against?
For?
And everyone is already knocked off their feet,
Looking for a motive,
So the whitish verse was rewritten.
No changes even for a moment
No one to feats
He did not inspire!
Put on green,
Like a vegetable garden,
No one will save from stupidity,
And dividing the cops' round,
You cover someone's entrance.
The world is so arranged,
Like Yeralash,
You will not give them your story
And so disgustedly
Look at the landscape,
That you will undoubtedly fall into courage.
Words are empty, as if for everyone,
A world of degradation-unclear problems
How fleeting
After all, life is decay.
Courage
© Copyright: Лана Веритэ, 2025
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