Look at the darkest night and make yourself believe
You can’t proceed alone at least in our pain
Your jelly dreams of flight on starry winter eve
Are only cheap balloons n rings in tricky chain
Of hope and misery
Like dope and vinery
The screams of savage might excite your selfish breath
In everlasting fight where you contend in vain
With unrewarding time,
With re-rotating same.
Another turn
© Copyright: Жанна Саид, 2011
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