You are will You are
and that is your point
dreams are your waves
with oil were anoint
Dreams are your passion
Your temporary choice
But yoke of illusions
loud crowded noise
Read it and forget it
as soon as you do
Illusions can fit
always as to
Create an illusion
and embellish the dream
but this is a fusion
where only fools swim
You are will You are
© Copyright: Куликов Виктор, 2015
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