It’s rather strange but balance has the nature
Of zebra’s black and white smart coats as hubs,
The coniferous wood is changed by stubs,
And highlife leads to tiresome adventure.
Incomprehension gets away one’s trust,
A gulp of water substitutes for dinner,
You walk so slowly, then you run so fast,
And who can tell who is a saint, a sinner?
The peace must always end the war, and nights
Give birth to sunny days, not vice versa,
The paradise, the hell, the dark, the light,
God only knows, who is that nature’s author.
Balance
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Ones Ballance is the most difficult state to achieve.
But once you get it, you can sustain the roars of the destiny.
Live in love and walk in balance - the Indians say.
The Indians are not known to be wrong.
Sagittarius 16.11.2009 13:00 • Заявить о нарушении
But once you get it, you can sustain the roars of the destiny.
Live in love and walk in balance - the Indians say.
The Indians are not known to be wrong.
Sagittarius 16.11.2009 13:00 • Заявить о нарушении
Согласна. Была на Вашей страничке, прочувствовала Вашу любовь к культуре индейцев :)
Валерия Суворова 16.11.2009 15:30 Заявить о нарушении
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