What’s life?
Just consciousness given from outside,
A weird vibration above the gap on the string.
Blinking of far-away stars somewhere behind,
A song of dream you destiny does not sing.
It’s an illusion of tenderness, warmth and love,
It’s desperation of wrong and mistaken dreams.
It’s the conclusion made by the sky above.
It’s light that too quickly dims.
June 9, 2007
Life
© Copyright: Мирра Л -Английский, 2007
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Where do you get those ideas, I wonder? They are wise and true, but so sad. I wish I could read something more optimistic in your page.
With warmest hugs.
Seagull
Марина Чайка 10.07.2007 01:24 • Заявить о нарушении
With warmest hugs.
Seagull
Марина Чайка 10.07.2007 01:24 • Заявить о нарушении
I wonder too. :)) They are just coming and coming.
Someteimes I do write something optimistic, but it happens rarely.
Thanks a lot!
Мирра Л -Английский 10.07.2007 07:22 Заявить о нарушении
Someteimes I do write something optimistic, but it happens rarely.
Thanks a lot!
Мирра Л -Английский 10.07.2007 07:22 Заявить о нарушении