The ball of Sun absorbed by sin.
I understand that life was “dust”.
There are two packs of nicotine
In our minds & we must trust.
Just Passing wealth & own germ.
Just drinking lastly our chance
The hard is crying from new burn,
While Earth continues to dance.
The eyes of fate are looking food.
We felt the pain of paradise
So pity, ugly and no good.
How are we living eyes to eyes?
The ball of Moon absorbed by sin.
Above the smoke we can’t take off.
All living things are nicotine.
And it no matters rough or toff.
And every night, we look at wine,
At the serenity of clouds.
We know that love is not so fine,
It sold at the utopian outs.
Andrey V. Zakharov (01.09.2010)
Utopia
© Copyright: Андрей Захаров, 2010
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