The slat is set too high, I nod,
One can’t reach it with hands or rods,
This fact creates a lot of mess,
Illusions fail and hopes collapse.
One works in vain and wants too much,
It leads from friends to foes as such.
“Perfection is a dream’- my brain
Tells to the heart,- just draw the rein”.
I don’t believe and look around,
The slat is always up the ground.
The slat
© Copyright: Валерия Суворова, 2009
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