Life - a platitude

Come on, my creativity,
Internet distances of,
Creeping loneliness
To the soul, eating salami.

Heaviness in the heart, it aches in the chest,
Torn in grenade Soul
After all, so we have a dime a dozen,
And the poet paradise is not in a tent.

For the twelve - a new day,
That will begin in a moment il two
And disappear without a trace the night shadow
Not prove his kinship with her.

On the table, the candle burns,
Shadow living swaying,
Muse said that a draw
Or did I just hear?

Come on, my creativity,
Come in virtual
Creeping loneliness
Life - such banality.

19.10.10g. Z.Sh.


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