While having privilege of mind,
Why would one miss the gift of beauty?
Why should one be of that denied,
Where is the essence truly rooted?
I question what I cannot change, -
Which casts, at least, a doubt on reason -
Becoming whimsical and strange,
The act of weakness and self-treason.
To steep myself in mundane sphere
Is the mistake I've known for years.
With all experience, it's smear
To keep repeating all the errors.
Such lousy souls often fall,
But then recover and behold.
28.01.2016
While having privilege of mind
© Copyright: Валерия Ливина, 2016
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