Entangled by lies,
We throw the dice,
You know, the price is too high.
With vanity bought,
Of honour we're robbed,
And melt with the passage of time.
The day fades away,
And night gets its prеy -
The leaf is turned over again.
The photos amassed,
It's all in the past -
Old memories, feelings and pain.
The trivial roles
Of blank, empty souls,
Good reasons?But tell me, who cares?
Millennia minutes
Are dragging between us,
And seconds are longer than years.
The leaf is turned over again
© Copyright: Ирина-Флоренс Савченко, 2009
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