Weird feelings
Where is that place for tired refugee,
Escaping from deceitful peelings
Of abstract objects, we can't see...?
Where is a shield, a fortress?
Or maybe weapon, sword to cut them off?
The war without any losses,
More hazardous, than you might thought...
Is there a limit for exhausting?
Or endless movement back and forth
Is nothing as against with forces
Of weird feelings in love songs?
12.11.2009
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