Revelation
I know that my poems will be burned,
A book will be torn to shreds -
Humane man,
All spare cruelly.
Oh, how the world is faraway,
And how much is it a dream!
And there is not a simple beauty,
Where could live the flower gently.
Then, everything will melt,
And the truth becomes myth.
And what happened? All humanity will go?
Oh, yes, forever, hiding the truth.
Life goes like a candle burns,
Everywhere will be very hot.
Earth will take a shame for self
And someone will cry for itself.
© Copyright: Жанна Ло, 2014
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