I died too much times, years ago.
My face was always sad.
I pushed and climbed this dirty world.
My soul. It wasn't glad.
I finished projects, finished dreams.
My mind should proud me.
I didn't expect the criminal and sins.
This world rejected me.
I didn't stop. I never folded hands.
I saw the problems, saw results.
Did I fail when I stoped the war by dance?
It's almost nothing. And it's calls:
My death
The noise
The endless people breath.
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© Copyright: Сергей Муханов, 2015
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