Theatre
Can I explain you what I do?
Perhaps my soul is very poor,
Perhaps my words are not so real.
I want to know, to know the world
And understand myself and life,
But I have masks, there're more than five.
The theatre is very old
I can't remember what is mine.
I can't campaign my thoughts and deeds,
I lose one's way among the needs.
And now I'm crying... simply crying...
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Андрей Захаренко 16.06.2009 23:55 Заявить о нарушении