You're back on the same rope,
In a light, worn-out dress.
Everything around you is so unstable,
And your movements are powerless.
You're so fragile, like a rose,
You strike a pose again
In an unknown environment,
Where all mischief is appropriate.
What a pity! Everything is dreary...
You keep waiting for luck to strike.
Barely audible sighs
Slip away in the chaos.
But a fall is inevitable,
You've walked your path slowly.
And the desire for excitement
Encourages you to continue...
Tightrope walker
© Copyright: Марина Гайдарова, 2026
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