Watch yourself through mirrors of reality
And answer who you are - you're so alone...
You're feeling hazy smack of the fatality,
It makes you feel as if the bricks of life have gone.
You know, there isn't anything to gain
In universe you lost some days before...
But the inner voice, that no one can explain
Says not to feel regrets and close the door...
...as this is just smoke over floor.
Smoke Over Floor
© Copyright: Роман Мелик-Саркисян, 2009
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