This is just a rabbit.
Thinking is bad habbit,
therefore it's forbidden
in the place of Eden.
Everyone is dying,
children are denying.
Once you'll be awaken
by the dream of waking.
Rabbits are for feeding,
women are for bleeding,
nights are meant for crying
days are meant for trying.
Autumns are like mountains,
on the peak is winter.
Childhood is a fountain
you no more jump into.
Rabbit now is sleeping,
night is slowly creeping
while the moon is shining
on the silver lining.
Early in the morning
when the day is dawning
you will be awaken
by the dream of waking.
Waking
© Copyright: Митя Золотов, 2010
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