All gone in forest rain -
I'm not The Gump, my flight
Is missed and delayed.
I stayed here not for fight -
I just don't know who paint
My life in green, and now
I wonder, what i've made?
I wonder to know: how?
In silence, all alone,
My hero wanders through
The far away from home -
Like dirty, dusty broom,
He cleans this phony life.
He want to live as real.
Not fake, like most of hive!
Best moments he will steal
From magazine of world.
From page to page he goes,
He stays, he flies, he stopped.
The sculpture - sword and bow.
The finish. In the Stove.
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© Copyright: Алексей Могилёв, 2006
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