So many "false", so little "true"
Disgusting taste of desperation.
My bowl of hopes been going through
A thousand breaks and reparations.
Over a million broken bowls
I hear soul freezing piercing howls...
All disappointments that we've got
Are no more than just transformations
Of things we always have a lot -
Our stupid endless expectations.
Just like exhausted weary owl
I'm looking at my ugly bowl...
From porcelain bowl of hopes don't eat
I've poured some irony in it.
Don't want to be completely lost?
Hope for the best, expect the worst!
Hopes Bowl
© Copyright: Лана Файзуллина, 2016
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