We all are the same –
In world changes
Nothing,
There are just
Variations
Of the one state
Of mind-
The State Of Life.
When one at all
Missing
In that minute
It makes someone new
Born alive.
You can deny it
You can’t destroy it –
Every new face is a
Mirror of old
The borning is burning
Beginning is ending,
And maybe newborn
Is a cleverest one.
The State Of Life
© Copyright: Рыся Башарова, 2009
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