Aliens
We are not united by common interests,
We are not connected by the Internet,
Each of us has our own Mount Everest.
Every day we meet different people,
We watch different shows every day.
Each of us looks from his own steeple,
And each of us has our own way.
Maybe falling asleep at night
We sometimes think of each other.
Maybe we forgot each other, right?
And each of us becomes another.
Throwing away the past and turning into strangers,
We will not be born again and will not find our mangers.
23.05.12
P.S. Painting by Boris Vallejo
Свидетельство о публикации №126060500735
You look up to the sky
With all those questions in mind
All you need is to hear
The voice of your heart
In a world full of pain
Someone's calling your name
Why don't we make if true
Maybe I, maybe you
Но если подумать, ведь иногда такие противоположности и притягиваются. Разве нет?-))
С улыбкой и теплом неизменным,
Маргарита Астанина 07.06.2026 18:01 Заявить о нарушении
Становятся родными люди
При встрече! Было так и будет!
Становятся чужими люди
При расставании. Так будет!
Не может быть наоборот!
Такой судьбы круговорот!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9xHJiDXId9I
My best regards!
Юрий Губин 07.06.2026 19:43 Заявить о нарушении