Peoples don’t know each other.
They just can try to find out.
Drawing the shape of an angel,
Hiding the soul of the cattle.
Who is this man in your bedroom?
What can you tell me about him?
What will be that explanation,
Which he will give me above you?
Look at the eyes of your priest
Then he is praying for children.
I’m absolutely not sure.
He hasn’t lust in his mind.
Modest and marvelous bride
Smiling, is going to the alter.
Nobody guess that tomorrow
She will be charged with betrayal.
How to trust, if believing
Is just a reason for treasure?
It’s a rhetorical question.
Answer is lying in ruins.
Peoples don t know each other
© Copyright: Ирина Дударенок, 2006
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