Among happy people's shout
Someone slowly dies aside.
«It could be avoided...» – doubt
Makes you paralyzed and blind.
Young girl feeling like old woman,
A tree that's forgetting spring.
A flower starts hating blooming,
Because now it's painful thing.
And every thought is poisoned,
Your traces to neverland.
Too loud, too foreign voices
And no one of them has helped.
You cry to the deaf moon's ear,
«Get used!» – silence echoes rough.
Life always ignores the tear.
Life is just for those, who laugh.
Believe – strength is roaming near.
The road built of broken glass.
The task that is unfamiliar:
Find stairs under the rust.
No matter, how much it costed,
The one way to peace is calm.
Feel health like you've never lost it,
To feel means just to
Become.
Become
© Copyright: Ксения Олдфилд, 2016
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