A city of strangers
Is a place I know well
Forever wandering
From Paradise to Hell
And back again –
An exercise of will
In struggle and pain
Forever up the hill
Strange faces, gestures,
Street talk sounds lame
From place to place
The exile tastes the same
I look behind
And in the mist of time
I try to find
Places that were mine
And fail.
A city of strangers
© Copyright: Андрей Белл, 2004
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