Yesterday was
A milliard year ago,
The born of the world
And now life goes.
Fight for the place
In this clearless world
Under the bright sun
Which created Lord.
The river of the time
Drifts us go on.
And it is so quickly,
The time has no one.
The river drifts us,
The time is rushing along,
The past is behind,
You to future belong.
Nobody understand
Cause time follow fast,
You don’t stand on the point
And your life is past.
2, October, 2002.
The river of the time
© Copyright: Луиза Кузьмина, 2007
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