The wind of сhange will blow
The way of life they then contrived
Does not attract me. Am I sick?
Preferring fly in thoughts, I glide
In time, which cheerfully says:«tick-tick».
The fact: the road to a dream is
More pleasant than the dream itself.
We play this game without screams,
Estranging the day of death.
The reason that anyone is single
Is often either he`s too good or just too bad…
Sincerity and witticism are mingled
In somebody who one likes stronger than a friend.
But everything will never be the same, I know.
The wind of change`ll blow, nothing odd!
I`ve only understood, how much I owe
Every person, teaching me to love this crazy world.
January 2007
© Copyright: Марина Папкина, 2007
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