Imagine day
that spent without thinking,
Imagine night
that spent without dreams:
It always gray
with all those lines of shrinking
And even fight
Can't shorten all its rings.
Imagine heart
that's beating slower.. slower..
Imagine time
that stopped somewhere between,
The only art
created by true owner
Can worth the stolen soul crime.
All in.
Imagine words
that never had been spoken,
Imagine thoughts,
they're eating from inside,
What time is worth
the soul to be, to open,
To give up odds,
continue way at night?
Imagine frame
that endless and forever
Imagine way
to go, to be in life,
In maze of game
that might be called never..
or all the time. To grow. To be. To dive...
never or all the time
© Copyright: Вероника Биткина, 2015
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