For every single kind of generation,
For every human, animal and plant.
There's only one reliable creation,
Creation of the sky and of the land.
As simple as a child's sense of humor,
That makes you think you're better than your foe.
As difficult as false and nasty rumor,
The one you've never heard before.
You know it's like a duplicating friction,
Which grows and grows until you feel the pain.
You've read about this thing in science fiction,
While hiding somewhere from the rain.
It cannot stop the moving of the clouds,
It cannot help you make the correct choice.
But you can always find it in your thoughts,
Because it saves your inner poise.
There's nothing more to tell about existence,
There's just this thing that doesn't make it worse.
Just living now and meeting no resistance -
Enormous, shapeless Universe.
Universe
© Copyright: Мария Бар, 2007
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