We are all looking for something,
we are chasing each other and biting the dust,
we are filling and feeding illusions,
with our mind sawdust.
We tribute to phantoms and appeal to the senses,
we love ghosts and debauchery flesh.
Who can stop us, as we humans mortal: spooking,
lifting a panic and waiting for bash.
For the sake of Great Keeper, rip the fear
and any misleads, that we can knit the carpet of fortune
by the our minds and deeds, that we can sow fertile worthy soil,
by the our thoughts and the seeds.
Who got into a pretty fix with that
© Copyright: Иван Ростов, 2011
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All that expresses thoughts and makes sense is а word, and connectivity of words is a speech.
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