A pendulum inside has swung again...
Not only I don't hate, I'm looking forward,
A mystery of human soul and brain
Not to be solved by us; and running slower,
I notice days - not years - and observe
Fluidity of life, forever changing,
Things I've destroyed or chosen to preserve
Are constantly subject to rearranging.
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Анна Саянова 10.01.2012 15:33 Заявить о нарушении
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