From the early morn, when we wake up
In prostration and disruptive feeling
'bout the coming day, we fall in reeling
Down with pain and weaknesses of dark
Past, expressed in stones in our hearts,
Building rocks around the warming oven,
Thus from birth to present being grown
We succeed imprisoning our parts
To the even where weariness,
Brought from stress, those problems and emotions,
When no wizard to create a potion
To release at instant our press,
Boringly half sleeping we possess
Coming flow of tongue interpretation,
Dreaming of the only loved temptation:
To embrace the rest, off dirty dress...
Stanzas to the even weariness
© Copyright: Виллард Корд, 2008
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