These days have gone,
Untill forever, and yet….
Again, at sight they came.
«What I have done ?»
— I`ve wispered to the mirror.
«What I have thinked on ?
On something wrong ?
Why I`m suspisious to the Earth?
Why I`m so willing getting end…
To get all answers in a bow….
To suffer pain of world`s unfair
When even haven`t felt in air
A smell of treason and unjust.»
Still…These days have gone..
But silenced by ponderings
An anxious voices of my mind
Have suddenly released :
«I`m betting ,
They would have come
To me
Again.»
Автор записи:
Hantemir8.7.2020
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