There are many sounds, but the silince around,
There are many lights, but the darkness falls.
The emptiness is following every sound.
It is the place, where people are dolls.
You'll see the fragment - the part of the life.
Like your thoughts, soul will not be the game.
Deep of the ocean - I don't want to dive.
It's just the race, but the gift's not the fame.
Fragments and fragments are everywhere.
They don't hurry, flying somewhere.
They soar and roam, but it swallows them up.
And no one knows how to close up the gap.
(с) Kivlov, 10.12.2006
Fragmentation
© Copyright: Кивлов, 2007
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