The world became quadrangular yesterday,
Blind like a square, giant window,
Like very old and grumbling widow,
I will find out, which this game today.
Who would commit this evil, heartless crime?
Who wants put us, in corners, like a ball?
Where we will bounce of the endless wall,
Without pain that make us count, time.
Maybe is our hasty fault in that?
We pass the life like underground train,
Hiding our souls from show and heavey rain,
Like very cunning, sneaky, little rat.
The world is square, so is our case,
We now depend on corners more and more,
Not knowing anymore what looking for,
Never remember our neighbor face.
I have a hope in my exhausted heart,
Until the earth is spinning all around,
Could be the better way of living found,
Without blaming corners in depart.
Quadrangular world
© Copyright: Ося Некрасова, 2007
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