So strange to come to world like this
Plain sad, ascetic melancholic...
Attempt discovering the truth -
And talking then to neutral ears.
The blind don't look, I cannot help,
The seeing're able to see without me.
Nay, not for them my low voice -
I write to grasp some fragile beauty.
To understand and to express,
To make it lasting, make it real.
So strange to come to world like this
© Copyright: Валерия Ливина, 2007
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