The fine mosaic of my life
Is printed in the lines of future.
I follow it, being meek and humble,
I want to know the expected.
Whether the Saturn changes path,
Or Moon, the luminous body,
Will promise mounts and deceive:
No wonder, many were illusion'd.
And line of Sun, so weak, so light,
With many obstacles around...
I wish I had another palms,
Another lines, another patterns.
That's me; I cannot change myself;
Was born like this, will be so ever.
The fine mosaic of my life
© Copyright: Валерия Ливина, 2007
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